Freud in London in the Rain … I thither went With inexperienced thought and laid me down On the green bank to look into the clear Smooth lake that to me seemed another sky.
poems by Vyacheslav Konoval
Winter Like a child, I rejoice a winter, I fly, I run on the first snow like a sprinter, the falling snowballs to life reenter.
their names
by yours truly, the happy recluse I’d like to introduce you to— egoless deities. Their names describe them far more than their physicalities.
Red, Sound—Flight!
by Enit’ayanfe Ayosojumi Akinsanya The Time: 7.30pm, May 2018 Our mother’s head knocks the wall, a dull slam, a single jerky twitch, and then a sliding to the floor. The exact way she used to slide her arm from our grasp—weeks after Papa’s skin burned—and fall back into bed. This was to scare us and […]
poems by Peter Mladinic
As I Look in the Glass Comedians are getting attacked on stage, sailors are committing suicide on ships. As I type this, one of my best friends
poems by James B Nicola
Weeds Movement swells to decadence; Popularity takes tolls, Drains a flood of reverence: In his grave the Founder rolls.
poems by Bobby Z
At Peace Deep inside my anguished dome, my thoughts run wild & my emotions roam.
The Place
by Douglas Young After lunch the family sat on the back porch chatting leisurely, watching who was walking down the street, and speaking to those they knew. Everyone was shelling peas from the garden except the grandfather and his grandsons. The three-year-old was on the floor playing with little race cars while the six-year-old […]
poems by John Grey
A Dismal Place No joy in the world merely cattle nibbling lush grass sprouting from tilted tombstones in an old historic graveyard.
poems by Robert Beveridge
Four Wheel Drive That moment when you have been on the road so long