Forgetting My Journal by Alexander P. Garza I did the worst thing a writer could do: Forgot to pack my journal in my bag, My book of incantations across town, I’m forced to interact, to be present. It means I have no escape, no recuse, Demeanor resembling some sense of truth, Offering a handshake, a […]
Gerard Sarnat is a physician who’s built and staffed homeless and prison clinics as well as a Stanford professor and healthcare CEO. He won the Poetry in the Arts First Place Award plus the Dorfman Prize, and has been nominated
Natalie Crick, from Newcastle in the UK, has found delight in writing all of her life and first began writing when she was a very young girl. She graduated from Newcastle University with a degree in English Literature
Recasting by Tricia McCallum Disney Princesses don’t want to get married nowadays. They know their way around a bow and arrow, Eat out a lot. They’re skeptical about stepsisters, They prefer Princes that consult Rather than control. Ones that climb the stairs And not their hair. They choose Uber over horse-drawn, Waking to a smartphone Rather […]
Instructions: On Getting Ready to Die by Gayle Kellner Please take off my watch I won’t need time beyond the moment any longer Followed by my earrings There will be no one’s eye to catch, No partner to impress Slip off my shoes Let me put my bare feet in the grass One last time […]
Adrian Slonaker works as a copywriter and copy editor in St. John’s, Newfoundland, Canada. Adrian’s work has appeared in Aberration Labyrinth, Squawk Back, The Bohemyth, Queen Mob’s Tea House, Pangolin Review and others.
Robert Ronnow’s most recent poetry collections are New & Selected Poems: 1975-2005 (Barnwood Press, 2007) and Communicating the Bird (Broken Publications, 2012). Visit his web site at www.ronnowpoetry.com.
A Visit From St. Nicholas by Clement Clarke Moore Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, […]
Ben Jonson (1573-1637) To Celia Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I’ll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove’s nectar sup, I would not […]
Jane Austen (1775-1817) Ode to Pity by Jane Austen 1 Ever musing I delight to tread The Paths of honour and the Myrtle Grove Whilst the pale Moon her beams doth shed On disappointed Love. While Philomel on airy hawthorn Bush Sings sweet and Melancholy, And the thrush Converses with the Dove. 2 Gently brawling […]
THE WORLD by Lord Francis Bacon of Verulam The World’s a bubble, and the Life of Man Less than a span: In his conception wretched, from the womb, So to the tomb; Curst from his cradle, and brought up to years With cares and fears. Who then to frail mortality shall trust, But limns on […]
Paul Verlaine (1844-1896) Tears Fall In My Heart by Paul Verlaine Tears fall in my heart Rain falls on the town; what is this numb hurt that enters my heart? Ah, the soft sound of rain on roofs, on the ground! To a dulled heart they came, ah, the song of the rain! Tears without […]
The West Wind by William Cullen Bryant It’s a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds’ cries; I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes. For it comes from the west lands, the old brown hills. And April’s in the west wind, and daffodils. It’s a fine land, the […]
Nightingales Robert Bridges Beautiful must be the mountains whence ye come, And bright in the fruitful valleys the streams, wherefrom Ye learn your song: Where are those starry woods? O might I wander there, Among the flowers, which in that heavenly air Bloom the year long! Nay, barren are those mountains and spent the streams: […]