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The Ballad of Margaret Murphy. A poem by Jennifer Wenn

The Ballad of Margaret Murphy The spring of another century, an ancient land cherished and cared for by First Nations now flooded by waves of settlers from an ocean away and beyond, British, Irish and more, all escaping and searching. Upper Canada in the newcomers’ parlance, cradled by the Great Lakes, the budding towns, villagesContinue reading “The Ballad of Margaret Murphy. A poem by Jennifer Wenn”

Today’s Vision for Tomorrow’s Mission. A poem by Hillol Ray

Women Empowerment: Today’s Vision for Tomorrow’s Mission In a globalized world, gender equality And empowerment of women are tools To achieve sustainable development of societies, As admitted even by fools! Still, the violence towards women is an epidemic Against which no country is immune. And today, we face more challenges to peace Due to poverty,Continue reading “Today’s Vision for Tomorrow’s Mission. A poem by Hillol Ray”

3 poems by Samantha Bernstein

Preciousness / Trash (Section 1 of 4) 1. Each to our addictions: his, the alternate universe of orderly violence the current conducts into our basement; mine the porch, laptop a caught moon, cigarette torch and fog as I troll for words, those slippery fish. Will my net be taut or slack tonight? My love gathersContinue reading “3 poems by Samantha Bernstein”

Home. A poem by Gordon Phinn

Home Sipping on cold ales As supper succumbs To it own sense of perfection While Paul O’Dette plucks the Magic of John Dowland In this candlelight where Centuries wither into seconds, We imbibe the soft trance of Smiling in your own home, Hearing ourselves whisper The thanks that are due. Gordon Phinn has been writingContinue reading “Home. A poem by Gordon Phinn”

Once Upon A Prison Metal Time… a poem by Denise Garvey

Once Upon a Prison Metal Time…. They feed you fairy tales with breast milk or formula. It is all formula. Little girls are really princesses waiting for handsome princes or princesses to kiss them better; whisk them off to their perfect lives. Your mother says your expectations are so high you’ll never find a princeContinue reading “Once Upon A Prison Metal Time… a poem by Denise Garvey”

Platinum City. A poem in translation, by Hongri Yuan

Platinum City By Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan Translated by Manu Mangattu Assistant Professor, Department of English St George College Aruvithura, India manumangattu@gmail.com http://www.mutemelodist.com Ah! Of iridescent gems of time The heavenly road you paved light！ In a kingdom of stars, I found my home. In the golden cities, I opened the gates of the cityContinue reading “Platinum City. A poem in translation, by Hongri Yuan”

3 poems by Nicoleta Crăete

overturned dream love is a scaffold where we sleep whereas our sleep has a sight towards birds don’t make yourself a cradle from a watered woman’s hair a bird has built a nest in it so it could die you are to plant it the next day and you will know that you know nothingContinue reading “3 poems by Nicoleta Crăete”

Kansas, Old Abandoned House. An ekphrastic poem by Michael Lee Johnson

Kansas, Old Abandoned House House, weathered, bashed in grays, spiders, homespun surrounding yellows and pinks on a Kansas, prairie appears lonely tonight. The human theater lives once lived here inside are gone now, buried in the back, dark trail behind that old outhouse. Old wood chipper in the shed, rustic, worn, no gas, no thunder,Continue reading “Kansas, Old Abandoned House. An ekphrastic poem by Michael Lee Johnson”

Wild Lass of Kells. A poem by Pratibha Castle

Wild Lass of Kells She shuffles on the kerb outside O’Shaunessy’s, corner of Kelly and Dunleven Road. Her eyes the colour of Our Lady’s veil, scorched bluer by her copper curls. On the lookout for the Da. Her task of a Friday night to wheedle the wages off of him before he sets off onContinue reading “Wild Lass of Kells. A poem by Pratibha Castle”

red geraniums. A poem by Joseph A Farina

red geraniums burnt sienna apartment buildings rise above the piazza blue shuttered windows, opened in the summer light ledges fringed with red geraniums tended by housebound tenants their ancestry from mountain farms and valley fields here in their urban gardens, reduced to single terra cotta pots they dip their hands in the contained earth dreamingContinue reading “red geraniums. A poem by Joseph A Farina”