I was pondering noises in the night with Poe, While a black bird was squawking, “Nevermore” Walt began singing the body electric. Embracing himself, no matter how eclectic. Mr. Frost then showed me a fork in the road, With… Read More ›
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Green Eyed Monster by Tina Louise
Inside me lives a monster from time to time it raises it’s ugly head I’m not proud of this monster in fact I am very much ashamed I feel like I have no control over it it comes out… Read More ›
Back Against the Wall by Shelly Buttenhoff Miller
Back against the wall Tears gliding down her face Holding back sobs Not enough tissues There’s never enough Long, long day Long, long life She’s so weary Despair covers her like the fog Shrouds the deadly waterfall ahead … Read More ›
Secret of Mother by Brenda-Lee Ranta
Waking in the morning To little faces of demand for time for love for service for Mother What is makes it so this irreverent title without fanfare applying to millions distinctive to you and them Meals whirl… Read More ›
Shrapnel Eyes by Hugh Dysart
Grab them by their shiny medals, make them look, into the soul, of misery Into the shrapnel eyes, of a dead child If they shed no tears, blow their fucking, heads off Grab them by their fat red… Read More ›
Poetic Marinade by Donna J. Sanders
Use a potent elixir for my flesh is fortified with fibrous intellect balance the brine with more than a few pinches of saline respect to be seasoned well pour those herbs and spices so that I can… Read More ›
The Mannequin Mentality by Tamsen Grace
The world is producing manequins. Blank faced mannequins with no mouths, so they can’t speak… Voiceless, I wonder if they scream inside. Mannequins, with generic breasts, plastic, all the same shape and size. They want to… Read More ›
When It Comes by Nolan P. Holloway, Jr.
Feeling and hugging the joy of life and the promise of moments yet to be Then It Comes With the sudden and swiftness of melancholy clouds No understanding of why Hope and love was part of where I was… Read More ›
I See by Sarah Lamar King
I see The scars that molded, The injuries you nurse, The loneliness that humbled you And I refuse to divert my eyes. The Beauty. © Sarah Lamar King Excerpt from the book… Read More ›
The Price of Sweet Revenge – Collaboration
The smoke plumes have withered away But at what cost? A sword, is returned to its sheath But the nights still teem with the lost War is no game I’ve been told, Yet that is the way it’s… Read More ›
