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4 enero, 2023

“The Waltz” by Joni Karen Caggiano

wonder shifts like sand in ageless hourglass evening pours itself into the empty glass you left upon teak fireplace, flameless single heart waltzes faintly under God’s tears asiatic lilies bloom skies open, I kiss stars petrichor whispers her scents calmly nature tickles my nose and a tree waltzing in place God’s surrounding me Copyright © […]

“Happy National Poetry Day and World Poetry Day!” by Barbara Leonhard

And it’s the first day of spring! May each new bloom be a poem! And have you heard of the World Haiku Project? Among other world and nation celebrations, our Missouri State Poet Laureate, Maryfrances Wagner, is promoting Haiku writing across the state. You can read more about it here. To celebrate all these occasions, […]

“Just Me and the Clock” by Dawn Pisturino

Long hours of night creep slowly by. Tick. . . Tick. . . Tick. . . Tick. . . The clock clangs one. I am utterly alone. Just me and the clock. Tock. . . Tock. . . Tock. . . Tock. . . My cares all ceased with the setting sun, But that clock […]

Un(answered) by Shobana Gomes

Once, I looked across the distance, It had the makings of an age-old civilization, Intrigued, I saw two people walking, they created another kind of distraction. Maybe it was the girl, or was it the boy who followed behind, quietly, maybe hoping the girl wouldn’t turn back, Shy and awkward, I sensed he wouldn’t know […]

Sea of Trees by Michael L. Utley

To slake my thirst With dew from leaves that never see the light Arboreal the tears that fall and quench The darkest dreams To fill my bowels With loam whose cloying scent bespeaks of death Arboreal the taste of living earth My hunger begs To see the gleam ‘Neath tenebrous shadows and rayless groves Arboreal […]

Wolf Head Hands by Bogdan Dragos

Thick socks that my grandma made for me from wool I see them lying on the rug at the foot of the bed and they look like the heads of wolves in waiting waiting in the snow behind bushes dry with frost I grab them and slide them down my fists like gloves I have […]

Fairy Feast by Joni Caggiano

vanish into sultry eyeless air, baffling fog senses dimly pale as love sealing hearts alike elegant evening primrose my dainty fingers elongate, grow sensors fondling tree swing holding your last laugh stars cry gilded tears leaving trails of wispy light floating the moon covers her glow with a red umbrella fairies, will you mourn losses […]

no closer intimacy than this by Bogdan Dragos

Yes, there’s intimacy and then there’s the times you get naked and drunk and cuddle in bed and tell each other things you’d never tell sober “Last time I got so drunk,” she said, “I got my hands on a poster with a missing child and called the number and got under the blanket with […]

How Does One Drink Soup with a Knife by Terveen Gill

I’m going to be sacrificed. But that’s alright, I’ve been given four months to live anyway. Might as well be of some use before that. I’m hoping it’s not some stupid reason like appeasing a god or bringing copious rain. Those excuses are so passe. Cliched. How about some originality? Mummy always said – turn […]

The Valley by Brian Martin-Onraët

(Blog by Brian) Let me tell you about a place, unique, so unique, a place where Man was born, where rivers hide under the earth, their path only marked by the rows of acacias that run on the ground, a place lost between the clouds, so white, so white, and the sky, so blue, so […]

To listen

by Marcello Comitini Before listening, I hear the interrupted waves and started again of the blackbirds cries. They wander in the infinite sky of May between shreds of clouds that cover and reveal the sun. Betrayed by melancholy they seek peace in the wind. I listen. At the bottom of my eyes shadow of domes […]

Fusion of Love

by DidiArtist Love is not limited On physical contacts Love is the fusion From spirit to spirit Into one soul… 17.08.2020 https://didisvgp.wordpress.com

Con la taza de manzanilla en la mano, sentada en el sillón dormida se quedó, había guardado la cena que no probó. Apenas amaneció abrió los ojos, era clara la ausencia, revisó el celular, le llamó de nuevo, ese buzón indicando fuera del área de servicio. Traía puesta la ropa del día anterior, decidió entrar a la ducha rápido, bebería un café y saldría a buscarle. Media hora después vertía el líquido aromático y concentrado en un termo metálico, comió un plátano, recordó que había cenado, tomó unas galletas las guardó en el bolso. Llamó a su asistente, le solicitó se preparara para abrir la librería por si acaso se tardaba. Leer más...