Category Archives: Poetry

Our Sisters in Iran. a poem by Olga Stein

Our Sisters in Iran Why zip when you can zoom, beep when you can boom, rant when roaring is an option? Why bend when you can blare, or tiptoe around, or try to put out rage with quiet words instead of taking action? A moldering edifice needs bringing down. It won’t suffice to frown, or honk instead of howl, when livesContinue reading “Our Sisters in Iran. a poem by Olga Stein”

Don’t Use I. a poem by Jana Tzanakos

Don’t Use I Some days hurt consumes you Latches on, paralyzes, numbs, refuses release You sit for minutes that feel like hours Staring at the wall You are whisked into the past Stuck now Feel like the future doesn’t exist Talking to yourself to calm you down You realize they are trying to settle nowContinue reading “Don’t Use I. a poem by Jana Tzanakos“

Sweet Caporal. a poem by Mitchell Toews

Sweet Caporal A seagull stands poised on one webbed foot. Its clawed toes grip the granite hump in the nautical dawn light. Preoccupied with breakfast, if not survival, the gull is indifferent to me as I walk out onto the fishing rock. Several other gulls gather to stamp their feet—as if in anger—on the mossyContinue reading “Sweet Caporal. a poem by Mitchell Toews”

Something that binds us. a poem by Dr Ashok Kumar

Something that binds us Near or far, on the earth or in the space Known or unknown feelings of courage Remove negative people from valuable life Toxic they are, bring stress and strife Sweet soft soul chosen each other for one goal Something binds us to play our role Believe it or not Peace makersContinue reading “Something that binds us. a poem by Dr Ashok Kumar“

2 poems by Josie Di Sciascio-Andrews

Earwig You hatched from your mottled egg Glossy black, like a coffee bean. Dexterous and slim, you unhinged A crooked quickness from calamity Into the fissures of furniture And ill-fitting floor trim. Once, in horror, I watched you slide From the plastic holes Of a 60’s telephone receiver. Pincers mongering old wives’ tales. Insinuating dreadContinue reading “2 poems by Josie Di Sciascio-Andrews“

Open Wounds. a poem by Gordon Phinn

Open Wounds In the seemingly endless centuries Of conflict and connived resolution Where races strived mightily To eliminate whatever Other Seemed to stand in their way, The wounded heart of humanity Bled and never healed. Tribes, Sometimes tricked, sometimes swallowed, Trickled into nations, only to discover A more devious destiny daily unfolding. Both conquerors andContinue reading “Open Wounds. a poem by Gordon Phinn”

WordCity Literary Journal. September 2022.

©®| All rights to the content of this journal remain with WordCity Literary Journal and its contributing artists. Table of Contents Letter from the Editor. Non-fiction Editor Olga Stein Where We are Now Putting together an issue that is critical of the new anti-abortion laws in the USA has been wrenching for us at WordCity.Continue reading “WordCity Literary Journal. September 2022.”