An Introductory Note by Bruce Meyer I have crossed many borders. The first one I experienced…
Tag: Poetry
Mother’s Milk | M.A. Blickley
My lips tremble as if I am about to cry. Please let your mother’s milk steel…
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…
TRANSCENDENCE|Adepoju Isaiah Gbenga – Nigeria
Last dawn, as Mama gasped on the shore I asked her what transcendence means: She says…