I “The day I lost my father was the day I realized how close we all…
Category: POETRY
Voltage and Current | Peter Donnelly
Voltage and current: the stanzas themselves a switch board channelling energy through lines; a passage of…
Cordial rays of hope | Rob Lane Wilder
eyeballs glowing ole fred rogers on a TV heard to say each & everybody has their…
The Dark Affair | Rizwan Akhtar
—for Tammara Claire The darkness puts an embargo on rooms minuscule apertures in windows survive suffocated…
Parkways|Rob Lowe
There is no bottom, No real self; Only this incandescence Where poetry emerges. There is the…
In quarentine |Peter Hrastovec
The first thing you notice are birds, louder than normal, unmistakable and clear. They no longer…
Vodka Omelet|Michael Lee Johnson
Make it clear in my mind, Jesus, am I whacked-out on Double Cross Vodka or have…
A Complaint to Paper|Antonia Facciponte
You would be more useful as blank pulp. Beloved paper, you sleep, booked to silence—closed, too…
Two Poems|Olajuwon Joseph Olumide
Transience What manner of eulogy shall we accord to the preening lilies and the luxuriant green…
Queer in Belfast|Grace Tower
When God finds me, shuddering under a shire horse, snot dangling from its nose, he’ll shred…