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Thanks to the Punk. A poem by Pat Jourdan

Thanks to the Punk Thanks to the punk who bothered to do a bit of neat graffiti by the bank. You changed my life, stripped away all that flim flam about democracy. Your neat row of Xs showed our ration of the stuff. “Your entire life’s share” it said along Lloyd’s trim brick wall. EveryContinue reading “Thanks to the Punk. A poem by Pat Jourdan “

The Colour of Me. A poem by Ivanka Fear

The Colour of Me The identity spectrum… I am woman still sporting traditional pink I am mother shedding crystal clear tears of joy I am immigrant blue collar background I am teacher white collar dream I am Canadian waving the red and white I am alone feeling blue I am only human hiding the blackContinue reading “The Colour of Me. A poem by Ivanka Fear”

Autumn. A poem by Miroslava Panayotova

AUTUMN The summer scent was born from autumn leaves – it was spring, summer, winter next to the free autumn. Its posters were being arranged and they immersed the sleepy river in a disorderly image. The minute-violin swept the banal by hand and the bagpipe of autumn played with all its might. Return to JournalContinue reading “Autumn. A poem by Miroslava Panayotova”

the smell of sawdust. A poem by Josephine LoRe

the smell of sawdust the smell of sawdust on his clothes and in his hair and in his pores the roughness of his hands the breadth of his suntanned back the darkness of his eyes under lashes thick she pale and fair—hazel eyes, auburn hair he profound, his proclamations meant to be absolute she shrillContinue reading “the smell of sawdust. A poem by Josephine LoRe”

Half a Life. A poem by Musa Aruna Chemnchu

HALF A LIFE For we first came with facts, And swapped with artefacts. As recorded in arts, and spreaded in parts, Around the globe in oratures, as testified, by men of arts with sculptures. Some fully terrified. And others with the blue moon, to seek harmony and bloom the light of love, to be spreadContinue reading “Half a Life. A poem by Musa Aruna Chemnchu”

a poem for this very place. this very day. 2 poems by Mansour Noorbakhsh

a poem for this very place and this very day (In protest of the law restricting Internet access and cyberspace in Iran) and who knows how many times every day i come to visit this “electronic” virtual page. and I look again and again. i look at the screenshots of a book you’ve posted orContinue reading “a poem for this very place. this very day. 2 poems by Mansour Noorbakhsh”

Power Kernels. A poem by David Russell

Power Kernels Break down the elements, split them To non-existence; Then shatter all solidity’s illusions, Free impulses Beyond the viscous mind, still feeling hard By vanity’s gas upholstered. And then, for happiness’s definition, Shut the door; Relax, and don’t be squeamish; For every grit of teeth, a pull of trigger, A sear, a cloud .Continue reading “Power Kernels. A poem by David Russell”

To Creation. and 2 more poems by John Grey

TO CREATION Creation gave us the eagle and the snake. From myths, celestial waters mingling with the oceans of the Earth. Evaporation happens between worlds, leaves the flowers stiffened and the clouds drooping. Some drops stay behind in tiny rock-bound wells. The eagle can take wing and quickly disappear. The snake slithers beneath heaps ofContinue reading “To Creation. and 2 more poems by John Grey”

Divinity. and 2 more poems by Robert Beveridge

DIVINITY in our innocence we prayed wrapped our words in mystic cloaks yearned to open ourselves to something greater something more our words were not enough so we invented languages cut back the branches of the forest and set them ablaze body to body mind to mind we learned to fuse the corn syrup, theContinue reading “Divinity. and 2 more poems by Robert Beveridge”

Talaria. A Poem by Irina Moga

Talaria I Then he fitted me with talaria, :: Mercury’s sandals, – straps made of iron and copper, rust dispersing quietly over wings. Wings made from fragments of small birds – their heads, bones, feathers, severed aimlessly :: faint morning whistling and songs, ruptured, trickling, amid drops of blood, over my ankles. As I moved.Continue reading “Talaria. A Poem by Irina Moga”