"Running in the Winter silence" by Helen Openshaw
Running in the Winter silence, The season holds its breath. The sky, A wrapping paper blue Gifts us a perfect Winter scene. Ice...
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Feb 19, 20231 min read
"On Contemplating Consciousness", "Missing" & "Such Winter Lies" by Mercedes Lawry
On Contemplating Consciousness Open sky with whittled clouds splintered by rain. A bitter tang loops through ideas of matter that shore...
Feb 19, 20233 min read
"a frantic species", "water in the sahel", "at the door, listening"...by Livio Farallo
a frantic species she walks so slowly you can see the wicker becoming a basket and then she bends over to pick up a penny but, it’s...
Feb 19, 20233 min read
"Ghost Apples", "Rubik's Cube" & "Moon-bow" by Emma Wells
Ghost Apples Gothically sublime as Frankenstein’s monster, they hang as fruitful impostors, bending boughs under icy loads: ghostly,...
Feb 19, 20233 min read
"Nails and spoons" & "Shutting in, shutting out", & "Le Mer"- Bonnie Meekums, Nolcha Fox
I’ve looked up at this building many times, from a cardboard city. It might as well be a different planet, made for those whose lives...
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Feb 5, 20231 min read
"The Sounds & the Hiker" & "Irony. Paradox. [English Media for Thought Pattern]" by Yuan Changming
The Sounds & the Hiker Down in the valley, you hear a Whole plethora of noises - loudest are Croaking & barking; halfway Uphill, you hear...
Feb 5, 20231 min read
"Love is Blind (and Has a Stuffy Nose)" by Nolcha Fox
She reeked of debt, despair, and a litter box that hadn’t been cleaned for a week. She bulged in all the wrong places. He reeked of...
Feb 5, 20231 min read
"converge" by Ilana Drake
the way that she looks in both directions as she boards the c train, as she focuses her eyes on the people around her, hoping to see the...
Feb 5, 20233 min read
"The eye and the night" by Ivan de Monbrison
The sky falls to the ground it looks like small pieces of shattered glass a bit like water a bit like a broken lake of water you pick up...
Feb 5, 20232 min read
"Christmas Boxes" & "Miracle of the Butterfly" by Fabrice B. Poussin
Christmas Boxes They have been roaming streets and avenues long before honest souls had awakened into another Monday. It was to be a...
Feb 5, 20231 min read
"The Gunks" by Ivor Daniel
On the Shawangunk Mountains behind the Correctional Facility, I trip on boulders I cannot see in low luxurious slanting sunlight....
Feb 5, 20231 min read
"Resiliency" by James B. Nicola
e s i A proportioned r after a d i v e re quires a bit of an an gle to get ho me James B. Nicola’s poetry has appeared internationally in...
Feb 5, 20231 min read
"Transhumanist" by Padm Nabh Trivedi
Each Diwali, Amma would light up Small earthen lamps From a big one, And ask us to place at Everywhere we have a connection with: The...
Feb 5, 20233 min read
"We Swayed Furtively" & "Monga-mish" by Cid Galicia
We Swayed Furtively I You were a shadow of rhythm In the arms, song, and body Of another man. So from a distance, I became him In order...
Feb 5, 20232 min read
"the sweet spot", "unboxed:", "violent parasomnia", & "not being Kate Bush" by Jane Ayres
the sweet spot she weeps & creaks into the ooze & creep & scrape & crushing crackle of whenever trim / shape / slice / sculpt to feed ...
Feb 5, 20232 min read
"put a laurel wreath around my neck" by Nicholas Barnes
pills got bigger: ten to twenty milligrams. now they’re horsesized. change in dosage prompted by a cry for help. by a secret told to my...
Jan 22, 20231 min read
"To The Snowman" by Tim Moder
Your scuffed, unruly top hat has settled onto an adequately round head. Your body leans left, but not that smile. Small steady hands have...
Jan 22, 20231 min read
"At Lace Mill Pond" by Abigail Myers
I looked out at the half frozen lake. How lovely to be here without you: no stones or pinecones breaking the crust of ice and disturbing...
Jan 22, 20231 min read
"The Garden" by Katy Naylor
We choose our words with care. The garden is still and honeysuckle-sweet again, and the evening shade shadows our faces. We cradle our...
Jan 22, 20231 min read
"last year's winterkill" by Jona L. Pedersen
I am the rough fish that escaped the winterkill. somewhere, at the bottom of the lake the light reached me, trickling through a hole in...
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