fragments
by Doru Chirodea 44. Killin time last night in me crib. By chance, a friend of mine, a surgeon from Munich Germany, drops by. So, I go, you kinda butcher, right?
poems by James B Nicola
Like Runes I know it must be poetry because it seems a
poems by Ol. Magnet
*** The eventide. The cold. The bus has left. It left behind an empty stop.
poems by Sean Borodale
from Pond Life : 29th May White Feather In May I remember October’s road, drenched sodden dips full of flood.
poem by James G. Piatt
It all Happened On An Intangible Morning in the Middle Of Whispers On an intangible morning in the middle of whispers,
poems by John Grey
Dealing With The Government Bureaucrats with their offending eyes, sinister thick and meaty blackbirds
Guadalupe Falls in Love with a Japanese
by Daniel de Culla A Congress of Writers and Poets coming from all over the Globe was being held at the Atocha Hotel Madrid, promoted by the World Poetry Movement, of which I was the official Delegate for Madrid and the two Castiles.
Looking for the Grave of Luther Laughton
by Douglas Young At 10 o’clock on a warm August morning, an old but immaculate big blue Buick slowly pulled up and parked by the front gate of the largest section in Serenity Springs Cemetery, Azalea Falls’ oldest, biggest burial ground. Heavy-set, eighty-two-year-old Averilla Finney and her almost as heavy-set, eighty-year-old sister, Zabel, slowly emerged […]
poems by John Grey
Ode to Cider This cider was once an apple – go figure.
poems by Michael Lee Johnson
Ghost I Am (V2) Here is a private hut staring at me,