Poetry
Poem – Misery Of Living (By Michael Marrotti)
'Misery Of Living' On a first name basis at my hometown pharmacy Solace is an orange bottle that says I still have five refills remaining The same faceless people accompany me on the trolley I've witnessed the benefits of Christianity ...
Poem – Gasping on air and salt… (By Simon Perchik)
Gasping on air and salt and though you can hear the soup cool an ocean deep inside the Earth is bubbling under your skull exhausted --it's natural you wait for the soup to grieve louder and louder as if your ...
Poem – Mud Intimate (By Tricia Knoll))
Mud Intimate I plunge my fingers in mud and sculpt a twig spine, line of dirt deep massage for all the hurt sluiced through river banks and muck. I tickle the cherry tree root so its limbs can feel a ...
Poem – MY COUNTRY SIDE (By Akeredolu Tope)
MY COUNTRY SIDE {Where old misty mountains adorn the sphere competing with the sky in height and glory and boisterous antelope’s race and hide behind the shrubs from *ogún’s intrusion} ~Akeredolu Tope My country side Where unruly old vultures scavenge ...
Poem – You/Me (By Valentina Cano)
Ink dries on my skin the way breath does on yours. You have lost the way to this parched strip of land and I have refused the silence required to get to yours. We are stranded, mud stained and moist ...
Poem – INTO THE SEA (By Nicolo Santilli)
INTO THE SEA (By Nicolo Santilli) send love and prayers into dreams as into a surrounding sea with many shores and harbors that receive ...
Poem – Full Moo (By Joshua Medsker)
Full Moo It sure is a full moo tonight winked the farmer to the cow, squeezing each teat gently firmly, into the pail ...
Poem By SIMON PERCHIK
Poem By SIMON PERCHIK * Louder! though what comes by has already withered and along a certain curve your voice tapers off as the path bent over her shoulders spreading its flow into sunlight now riverbank and whisper –you need ...
Poem – Prevent The Fallen Hero (By Amy Hrynchuk)
Prevent The Fallen Hero (to those who risk their lives daily for us) Everyday as they get ready for work, they push aside the possibility that they may not make it home. Everyday as they walk out that door, they ...
Poem – From The Alcove (By Naushena)
From the Alcove As I peep through my window From the alcove, A theater starts its never ending show From dawn to dusk Of street goers, Pedestrians heading towards their work, Some striding some slithering unwillingly, Now a street urchin, ...
