By Ian Copestick I've just been upstairs to get changed I happened to look in the mirror As I was washing my hands. I think I'm finally looking like a poet. It's not the bald head with short Ginger stubble, or the pain filled Blue bloodshot eyes surrounded With wrinkles. It's the mad eyebrows. It's … Continue reading A Mad Old Poet
“A LOVER OF ASTRONAUTS”
By John Grey Until now, she's only loved astronauts and, as I stare into her dark eyes, a jet stream of disappointment streaks behind her. She's listening for that countdown in my groping embarrassed silence, the explosion of takeoff in nervous, ground-hugging words. Here I am at the end of a long line of adventure … Continue reading “A LOVER OF ASTRONAUTS”
“Perchance A Dream”
By Lynn White 'To sleep perchance to dream." Who said that? Sounds so gentle, but there's a rub, a rough edge to it. Not the long deathly sleep, though but drifting away in night time slumber. It can take you anywhere. Take you to places you haven't been and may not want to go. … Continue reading “Perchance A Dream”
“Broken Glass Under a Shattered Sky”
By Ryan Quinn Flanagan She tells me she woke up out of a dead sleep, that she feared it would be like last night, but she reached over and felt my side of the bed still warm so she knew it was nothing like last night. * The snooker boys call their shots which would … Continue reading “Broken Glass Under a Shattered Sky”
Three Poems by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal
"SHADOWS" I see shadows come into existence between light and darkness. They box each other for the right to fill in spaces and places. I doubt they feel any pain and I’m certain they do not bleed. "I READ THE STARS FOR A CHANGE" I read the stars for a change. … Continue reading Three Poems by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal