I was a child on Easter Sunday, in the back of the family car in my white Sunday shoes, grey vested, and grey pants the door opened and your father stood there with a smile on his face he was so tall, and he blocked out the sun I thought I was seeing God for […]
unsplash-logoDmitry Bayer Hey Everyone. I am really excited to bring to your attention something that I think I should have been doing for a while now. As most (all three of you) know that I post my poetry online for free, I have decided (my husband has decided) that I should post them as […]
The creeping sad and delightful darkness sweeps through the gate of my mind twisting swirling bits of memory and pushes back the iron gates with a bang through many dangerous toils and snares I delighted in the part of me that made me human as I lay a pagan sacrifice to baal with the […]
unsplash-logoJonathan Bowers I don’t wish to be friends with the past Tis like tiptoeing through a graveyard of broken headstones crumbling Where sculpted angels with folded wings weep And forgotten crypts lay dark I’ve grown, and changed, and got older While yet the lay still where I left them In the same spot, the same […]
unsplash-logoKat J Childhood hurts How does one get over a childhood hurt that is the poem that you gave to me and I would love to tell you it’s in prayers, in psalms in the melody of your favorite song, I would like to say it’s in the whisper of your lover in the softness […]
unsplash-logoStudio Dekorasyon I wake up in the morning drifting sunlight through my window grackles chatting up the neighbors somewhere on another lawn Fan above me whirling nestled deep in cover warmly lawnmowers buzzing pleasantly, underneath the morning sun I sit up, bones a’crackin’ reach for the ceiling I feel my back poppin’ I […]
unsplash-logoA. L. I can see it so clearly, now in the silver current of the river I remember a woman so vibrant a living prism that shattered light into a multitude of colors when the sun broke free of the clouds She was an artist, you see her world was of red, and blue, […]
unsplash-logoKevin Grieve Real Love Water left on the bathroom floor toothpaste in the sink morning breath kisses and aching backs grey hair at the temples and date nights on the couch Bill folds walk the dog separate the clothes and walk them to the laundromat fevers, nightmares, three a.m. dash to the bathroom […]
Hey, self promo stuff – sorry. I was on The Wrote Podcast today talking about my new book: as well as some other things. Check out the episode here
unsplash-logoMalcolm Green There is no light without the dark no life without death the sun can’t rise in the morning without the setting of the moon and the fading of the stars Why this merry go round, then? What lessons are etched upon my heart? Had I reached my limit of knowledge to […]
