So often, life tries to drag us down, bad decisions, death, illness, love… Tranquillity, seems out of reach, dangling from a string up above. Circumstances change, in seconds, Joy to gloom, in the blink of an eye. Balance is… Read More ›
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Fusion / Fission by Steven T. Licardi
the smallest space exists between two pairs of lips pressed two halves of an atom smashed together spliced to slice the universe in half © Steven T. Licardi Check out our Submissions Page for future Anthology Publishing… Read More ›
Mango Fruit by Candace Meredith
He held a slice there – teeth ripened with mango juice, lips perched top to bottom, on colors vexing red, blue, golden shell of the bruised mango fruit – difficulty penetrating to the core: deep center of the… Read More ›
Sufferin’ Succotash by Billy Charles Root
What is this that has come and sat As a boulder burden upon my neck A Sunday depression stressfully fat Secured by chained and jammed sneck The poeticness of humanity Has lost its color Shades of black and blue… Read More ›
The Other Woman by Tracy Seiden
In the end it was another woman that stole him away. She was carefree and a little wild. Her eyes held onto the wonder and excitement of everything she saw, moving her to the rhythm of the wind and carrying… Read More ›
The Silence of Envy by William Wright, Jr.
All the best For her bountiful days As she steamrolls poised From shore to shore All the very best For whom she seeks Housed in their valor And forged in dismay And yet the shadows Lurk, in… Read More ›
I Don’t Take No by Sue Lobo
Boy, I don´t take no nonsense from you, I´ll never listen to the cussing you spew, I´ll never take no blaspheming bold lip, There is no way I am taking that trip, It´s simply because I am a L-A-D-Y…. Read More ›
Intimate Desires by Damon E. Johnson
I stroked her hair she touched my hand I drew her name in the sand She smiled at me I rubbed her thigh we both were tempted but mostly I I kissed her lips she held on… Read More ›
Featured Author: Brenda-Lee Ranta
Brenda-Lee Ranta composed her first poem at the age of seven. Throughout her life, she used prose as a means of logging her experiences in a life which has been under ‘constant construction.’ Amazing to her, is that at the… Read More ›
Self-Rejection by Paige Turner
Although I really hate being single The fear of rejection controls me I get lost in the thoughts of what if . . . What if he doesn’t like me? What if I am not pretty enough? What if I… Read More ›
