By Kyreonna April Davis Hear the violence in every score! Hear the violins’ screeches soar! Every night, my ears bleed sore! Who’s there...

By Alaina Hammond For years, I lay in dormant wait Then gradually emerged to harm Your kidneys and your gut. In metaphor, your heart was...

By Darren Lynch Bestowed by god And the grains of a cosmic kingdom flow into life , Each passenger is a rose , Becoming in the drift of...

By Paul Siekor I was only following orders When I told the man with early onset dementia His benefits would be cancelled I sanctioned him...

By Rosie Arcane A battered uniform, held together with bravery and reverence, encases the broad torso of a courageous but weary soldier....

By Jennifer Pratt-Walter Over the fields, shielded by stern firs the Harp of Night awakens. Autumn darkness fingers the cold strings and...

By Liza Fables “In silent waves, you will succumb To heavy breaths and beating drums. Stir me betwixt your thoughts; concur . Allow my...

By Mark Henderson This is better than Heaven.   No chatter from incomprehensible multitudes, each trying to reach the other across eons...

By Gillian Lenore Never let anyone tell you how to make it out alive Those who try to know nothing at all, because the secret is: none of...

By Virtual Scribe Have you seen the shimmering signs? The lines of prophecy written in riddles In glistening entrails spilt in the...

By Caroline Walling If there had been a warning. If someone had made it clear. Wrote it on the wall. Spoke the words aloud. Gave...

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...