Love is in the air and I say love with cheese… gruyère and emmenthal brie, parmeggiano crocks for the oven, red and gray a bag of onions and bay leaves plucked from nanna’s garden last summer a half-baked baguette and chicken stock & thyme andContinue reading “Love is in the air. A poem by Josephine LoRe”
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2 Poems by Patrick Williamson
Three rivers Even the three rivers the winds, the currents which bring better or worse, even as the filter of my tongue presents a different palette love remains the same when we speak of broad rivers misery, silence, speech the ocean rises up to you, in you this is what I can give, this toContinue reading “2 Poems by Patrick Williamson”
3 Poems by Claudia Serea
White lab coats When I was still in Romania, studying to become a chemical engineer like my father, he asked me how I see my future. I’d like to work in a factory, like you, I said, walk fast and solve problems, like you, and my white lab coat would flyContinue reading “3 Poems by Claudia Serea”
Sonnet about the fallen moon and morning star. A poem by Paweł Markiewicz
Sonnet about the fallen moon and morning star Heavenly sailorling spy out the wan light-sheen of star. Baffling unearthly time: weird having just thieved by elves. One of pale mornings longs for some meek fulfillment of night. Moony and nostalgic chums – comets are upon the skies. Lonely dreamery – lying just blink-sea, weird above.Continue reading “Sonnet about the fallen moon and morning star. A poem by Paweł Markiewicz”
Writer’s Block. A poem by Marthese Fenech
Writer’s Block Tea leaves scattered, jasmine across the table The scent of plumeria swirling An open notebook Empty A glint of sunlight A blank page Old scars bleeding Return to Journal Marthese Fenech is the bestselling author of historical novels, Eight Pointed Cross and Falcon’s Shadow, set in sixteenth-century Malta and Istanbul. Most people callContinue reading “Writer’s Block. A poem by Marthese Fenech”
Rickety chair. A poem by Bhuwan Thapaliya
Rickety chair Every morning my father stands on one foot, arms raised in Surya Namaskar above his head offering prayers to a solar deity, fully absorbed within himself for half an hour in the rooftop, and then sits down in a rickety chair nearby his desultory guest, an amiable serene cat and smiles lookingContinue reading “Rickety chair. A poem by Bhuwan Thapaliya”
3 Poems by Patrick Connors
Hemispheres My introvert side is glad to actually have a rest: Breathes, exhales slowly, sinks into his chair. He sets priorities, contemplates, makes plans yet accepts the folly of making plans – releases all to its fulfillment. My extrovert side wants to eat sushi, drink draught beer experience the world beyond hisContinue reading “3 Poems by Patrick Connors”
5 Poems by Sabahudin Hadžialić
BLUES FOR MY EX-COUNTRY/HOMELAND I had a country. They took it away. They did not ask for permission. The very same people who now want to establish customs zones, introduce joint parliament sitting and start to exchange war criminals. The very same THEY who caused the trouble in the first place. … I canContinue reading “5 Poems by Sabahudin Hadžialić”
2 poems by John Phebe
YOU ARE CLOSE TO ACHIEVING YOUR DREAM As the stars brighten the sky And the day slowly dies So the beauty of the night unravels In an enchanting world that travels Don’t ever be scared of the bad times Look above and you’ll see the light in time Not only will you experience the joyContinue reading “2 poems by John Phebe”
A poem by Luanne Armstrong
I went outside after the rain, into the late afternoon sun. The robins hallooed hosannas from the cherry tree and the iris stuck up their razored snouts and hollered and two new daffodils, split open into the sun stretched themselves and the light came up, from over the edge of fat purple-blue clouds and litContinue reading “A poem by Luanne Armstrong”
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