Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
Catch A Snow Flake Catch a snow flake upon your tongue Just as you did when you were young Don’t you want a cold hug as you once did my love Harriet Sims (Made Up Name) Harriet Sims had two Continue reading Catch A Snow Flake and two other poems by G. David Schwartz→
PHOTOSYNTHESIS (without equations) Photosynthesis reveals a meditation dreamscape of fossils, a cosmic crawl toward life force past and present. Photosynthesis reflects a solar glow of watery inhalation breathing dark matter a disjointed pigment of a blue green ghost. Photosynthesis offers Continue reading Photosynthesis and four other poems by John Raffetto→
Fowl Mouth Exist Good bye No need to comb your hair It will just be muss When you are down there Oh I love your smile How it grows upon your face I so love your smile And how you Continue reading Fowl Mouth Exist and other poems by G. David Schwartz→
Thank You Boredom Rice crackers at an accountant’s retirement party, love slowly sucked dry like an exoskeleton – not even with enough passion to turn to hate. The many ready to criticise anyone that slips through the net, yet never Continue reading Thank You Boredom by Gwil James Thomas→
The Field is Open Going on, unable to order a plot of land that is not a prison pen. Monotony spreading, reflected in nerve endings frantic with anxiety. Repetitive motion, futility rises, and also that voice that wants to turn Continue reading The Field is Open by Allison Grayhurst→
Cutting the Wire: Photographs and Poetry from the US-Mexico Border Release date: Fall 2018 / 8 x 10 in. 120 pages 57 color photos / Bruce Berman / Ray Gonzalez / Lawrence Welsh / University of New Mexico Press Continue reading Cutting the Wire: Photographs and Poetry from the US-Mexico Border by Lawrence Welsh→
The Devil Woke Me Up Early He never knocked he just walked on in without warning as usual . There was no grand entrance no smoke and mirrors or creepy organ music. I guess I would make all the freaks Continue reading The Devil Woke Me Up Early by John Patrick Robbins→
Dionysiou Aeropagitou Street Upon first glance, Dionysiou Aeropagitou street looks like any other cobbled pedestrianized plot Flanked on one side by antique looking houses bustling with life and music wafting from a roving cellist Drinking in the sensory strains of Continue reading Dionysiou Aeropagitou Street by Sofia Kioroglou→
PROMISE Wow, never wrote like that again. Never quite. I loved women. Too many women. I have given my heart out too many times. Each time a larger heart but a smaller piece. There was a time when I loved Continue reading Promise by Rich Quatrone→
PEMBROKE who wouldn’t swap some scops borborygmus thoughts for a few blocks of birds songs Vincent Zepp about Vincent Zepp. Arriving at the time in history (including literary history) when I did. I was blessed to have such a rich Continue reading Pembroke by Vincent Zepp→