Three-Two and Other Poems

By Dave Maze Three-Two Negativity oozes discomfort Leeching on like suction cups Gnawing like jagged teeth A miasma surrounds this energy Shatter it. Break free. --- An escape plan I must Portal to positivity Cosmic dust emblazons on the ocean Sparking your wanderlust. Break the Walls Face your fears Flutter & flicker Do you hear, …

I must have done something right and Other Poems

By Ursula McCabe I must have done something right never was I bored at the Michigan farm that held me clapboard tight in the old house’s arms every June grandpa drove his silver blue mercury down to Illinois to pick me up grandma gritting her teeth as he sped past all the flat land with …

The Cave and Other Poems

By Nichole Davies The Cave There is a cave. A cave full of paintings of old. They ripple through the water as memories written on walls; sharp like the pointed minerals, echoing with the deep pool in the blackness; Dark, desolate, with them she awaits. There among the stale air and weeping ceilings, a remnant …

Four Poems About Turning 40

By Richard LeDue I. We believe we're safe, sealed away behind walls, white as snow because we were told to repaint every five years, while memories of artificial trees (always green), appear immutable, but just long enough to fool us, like the angel on top until the lights burned out, and our eyes have become …

The Pillow Top Bed and Pop’s Pillow Top Bed

By Eva Marie Ann Cagley The Pillow Top Bed During the first week while my late husband Bob lay in a hospital bed in the ICU at the University Hospital in Iowa City, we were camped out on coaches in a cubical that we had taken over for the family and ourselves. My brother had …

The Briefest of Relationships and Other Poems

By John Grey The Briefest of Relationships Traffic crawled, head-lamps swam in exhaust cloud for block after interminable block. The road itself idled. Six hundred cars followed suit. The driver ahead of me crawled to a stop. My foot pressed down hard on the much-reviled brake. She leaned out of the window. Featureless back of …

The Clock and Other Poems

By Stephen Kingsnorth The Clock A classical pastiche: corner cherubs, putti poorly cast which now corrode, Tempus Fugit plate, commanding serif comment overall, arranged on brittle face, metallic square, crude cut. Encased in wood pretending plastic, even hardboard, glue, mis-stained, this poor-imagined age and quality are what money buys for the undiscerning, those who own …

A Delicate Balance and 11 P.M. Saturday

By Ian Copestick A Delicate Balance I was just looking through my note book. In the last 4 months, since everything in my life went horribly wrong. Since my beloved woman of 18 years, and then my father died, I've had 10 new poems published. Before I used to get that many published in 1 …

Travels and Other Poems

By Alex Andy Phuong Travels Life as a journey Is an Odyssey Full of twists and turns And full of mystery For the future is unknown Nevertheless People can discover Meaning within their lives And why they were born By continuing traveling On the figurative road And by venturing Into the Unknown Until they realize …

What Have I Become?

By Soham Bhattacharya It's hard to define what's left inside. The tears shed off the skin, my sorrows won't lean. I've missed myself for the very first time. I killed a soulless man last night. Don't overwhelm me, I can't even speak. What have I become? It's not more than a brick. My eyes don't …