Category: Poem

commentary on leaving home to live our feet are clapping against the unknown cottage floor our sweats are watering the many farm leaves our fears keep us running our fast-beating hearts keep the troubles within us alive & we run & run away from our homeland to a land free from bombing

Hold me. Form a crescent on my body Hold me. Send your fingers through my hair on a voyage that sails the heart. Hit my soul with the lightning of your vigorous love. Strike me. Hit me with those waves of motherly compassion. Those fruit hills of delicious carefully placed kisses. Destroy all my old… Continue reading Read Poem: HOLD ME, by Justin Taylor

Scents cascade upon you From soft vanilla of your lotionshed friend To the acidic sweat of a overlay passionate basketball game But there’s also the sterile sight of your sister hospitals room The metallic tang of yourself released blood You can taste the pepper in your grandmother’s soup Feel every grain in your mothers undivided… Continue reading Read Poem: A LETTER TO MY BODY, by Greta Lee

Ever aware that life moves so quickly, I fear times slipping away while in them. Questioning who of those whose smiles light my day, Will become ghosts of my past whom I think of only on rainy days. Will the tie be severed all at once, Or so slowly that I forget how deep was… Continue reading Read Poem: Yours Forever and Ever, by Alicia Aranyi

Golden and white feathers, each individual, Combining in one, stretched and waned, wing e holies glide from ray to ray in the sun’s shine Casting their radiance on any lucky, lost child With them brings summer and clear airs A cooling breeze, a burning plasmid sun With it brings a certain intolerance to winter and… Continue reading Read Poem: HOLIER THAN THOU, by Evangelyne Storm

I walk towards a flickering light, half-seen across a dune, following the sounds of laughter, and an off-key tune. The beach pulls at my shoes, with a dozen grasping hands: the grip of the dead, from ships lost on these sands. I smell burning cedar, along with another exotic scent; someone’s roasting ganja, at a… Continue reading Read Poem: Bonfire, by George Morris

and, you see the mirage as the mirage that it is reincarnate unlock the coop learn even daunted chickens can fly a little

They say there’s nothing to be done About a gun Riddled with anxiety, our children’s knees bounce and their fingers tap It’s the phones, the distractions, the shiny things It’s kids today There’s nothing to be done About a gun Basic numbers are escaping them They know nothing Why does no one read anymore? These… Continue reading Read Poem: THERE’S NOTHING TO BE DONE, by Amanda Reseburg

If I sank down an octave would I fit where I am? Would I have space to turn back around? Narrower hips, perhaps a straighter lip thick fingers wide shoulders stubborn bones. Each time my skull itches it makes a small wish, a whisper packaged too tight in smooth skin— if the wind kissed my… Continue reading Read Poem: OCTAVE, by Mel Thompson

It’s a gloomy day in the summer sky, Rainbow and sunshine are gone, Rain hits the ground, Clearing the path, Holding her umbrella closer to her heart, Waiting for his arrival till midnight. Intrusive thoughts kill him every day, Yearning for freedom for the last long years, Yet she holds the umbrella closer to her… Continue reading Read Poem: UNDER HER UMBRELLA, by Reno JJ