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”
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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”
Adrift. A poem by Rose Willow
Adrift humans slump in life-jackets bone cold, teeth chatter the planet coughs, trembles, belches an oily slick lost in black clouds thunder and lightening unable to slice slap, slap wake-up, wake up her heart shudders the last button comes undone the earth not fit for even the meek to inherit Rose Willow lives and writesContinue reading “Adrift. A poem by Rose Willow”
Ghosts of Grass. A poem by Steve Passey
Ghosts of Grass Here: It’s the katabatic winds coming down from the mountains hard like the love and the wrath of God. It’s the borealis that comes with the thirty below on the first of March. It’s the ghosts of grass and a million buffalo. It’s Red Crow and Joseph Smith and coyote songs andContinue reading “Ghosts of Grass. A poem by Steve Passey”
On the edge of Lago Atitlan. A poem by Maryangel Chapman
On the edge of Lago Atitlan What I wanted, more than anything, was to fly. to kick off, strong and sure and shoot up into the azure sky, arms outstretched. I wanted the wind, rippling across my skin — through me. It wasn’t enough to stand there, at the edge of the lake, and lookContinue reading “On the edge of Lago Atitlan. A poem by Maryangel Chapman”
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