By Ro Dominy Why must we pretend That we don’t leak? Women more so than men I suppose. Men must not leak from the eyes. But pretty much...

By Silver Lion Poet She comes to me In strange mist Pensive poetry Of sultry silhouette Dazzling haze Of dreamy alabaster Bewitching...

By Alice Ambrose ‘The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it’ - Peter Pan, JM Barrie   This little...

By Trip the Poet A liar’s powerless without an accepting ear.   Verity once ushered equivocators to the margins.   So how did lies,...

By Tilly-Rose Snowball If I cast a spell and made it rain, Even if it hadn’t rained for days,  Even if it helped the flowers grow, And...

By Scott Thomas Clark Campbell There they were, at the bottom of the sawdust bin, curled like cabbages layered like onions, freckles on...

By R. H. Henry Once upon a time, the devil applied silver to glass Creating a surface upon which to see yourselves Providing a means to...

By Nancy Santos —after Shirley Jackson’s “The Lottery” The clouds curtsy the sign of the cross or mercy. The lottery sin whispers with...

By Lewis Brown If dreams are fish this year was a wading bird with searchlight eyes and a harpoon beak. It’s not too late. It’s not too...

By Joeii Monday Pressing Fingers to Pains & panes Both kinds.   Warm and cold At the same time   A parched need These dry lips Pursed And...

By GP Hyde for Samuel Taylor Coleridge   I’ll take a glass of Kendal Black Drop, a mixture to ease the pain that eats my heart, liver and...

By Frost They say still waters run deep, yet still others run when intensity is offered at the coffee shop steps from a reusable cup. If...

By Dael Mac she was the type of child who liked to hold life in her tiny hands squeezing until the pink turned blue with an asphyxiated...

By Ann MacAskill My daughters were packed tight together in utero Breech babies in their club for two In the womb where there is hardly...

By Glyn Matthews I found my mother hanging from the washing post, toes ballet dancing over a blue plastic basket with diamond...

By George Amabile Birds collect on the telephone wires like blots in a child’s drawing as bronze bells pulse through the valley dusk, and...

By Hidden There’s an eclipse today I want to be reborn like that Entering the darkness and coming out pure Leaving behind the past and...

By Rio L. Barney I stared into the dark void of space. I let the darkness enfold me, Wrap around me like a blanket. The emptiness...

By Vincent De Souza In search of a single act, or juju to cast you away, I name my first spell, When Words Become Sorrow . Arcing hands,...

By Silvia Jude Every day is the same. I wake up to silence. And a face in my ear.   Excruciated. Red faced. Strained. Mouth agape....