By Rachel McBride My heart flutters like a fish out of water, trying to assimilate   to newfound air.   I wait for the faint plus sign to...

By Wineharp Death, ageing and grieving                                            Bugs, warts and heaving                                ...

By F.J. Thomas You broke my heart and stole my muse The worst thing you could steal For a poet and a writer Who writes from how they...

By Sujatha Menon I swam in a dress made from algae and gold, trailed a veil        spun from sunlight   grief tied a bow around my waist...

By Lindsay Anne I do not write the works of joy that you search for when your heart is full of joy and you want to find someone else who...

By Victoria Reed With a gooey apologetic smile, you gesture to The duplicitous feast you have laid out for me. It seems to stretch for an...

By Sean Tate Standing at the edge of the lake, You sink down, ankle deep, toes grasping. Black soil oozes, hugs, and holds— a wet and...

By Jonty Pennington-Twist God and Poseidon; Neither give me peace. How can I mend this circuitry Amid these insect whispers? And then,...

By Mary Mulholland The journey back is full of metaphor: too much traffic, deep wintertime, and twelve hours of shared driving, too tired...

By Lynsey Balloch Our beloved house has been snug and warm, For well over thirteen years, Quiet road, spotless windows, And a blooming...

By Natasha Tabani Quod fuimus, estis; quod sumus, eritis   That man of bones, again he comes calling - it's hard to resist those...

By Nicholas Shields amongst the husks heart god’s creation there is hatred. a vast emptiness now with tendrils of crimson that stretch...

By Paris Rosemont She bunkers down for the long night ahead, when you— like the sun swallowed by shadow slink into your neutered...

By Vincent De Souza I am craziness. In a restroom mausoleum, self-love destructs, a private harming pit. I slow on floated steps, swim...

By Molly Knight-Smith To forge a path in this grey scene  Is to find the order in chaos.  Ambivalent frenzy, good and bad,  To give and...

By Stephen House i had been drawn into a conversation i hadn’t understood a word of, and it had seemed so poetic, so hypnotic, so removed...

By Stella Mathioudakis  In a world where truth is an option Where rather than fact crave reaction Listen We talk, and talk, and talk Over...

By David J Costello Each year he took his knife to her.   Stropped it on the dry-stone wall.   Honed its cut in the time-honoured way.  ...

By Sophie Craven There’s a wasp on my bathroom floor that’s been dying for three days. Every time I wee, I watch him, and every time I...

By Marilena Zackheos He opened her door like a gentleman and rode          — I can take you — straight into a dirt field. Yellow...