Hungry Words by Aleisha Goodman We are split in different directions that our pride and egos will not let us touch. keeping us at a distance that not even our words can reach They will be spoken then evaporate in thin air as they leave our hungry lips like the ambers of a cigarette They…
Love Poems
Emily by Cassandra Langer
Emily by Cassandra Langer So shall I rain down kisses Upon you tracing the sweet cascading Line of your throat’s curving Water flowing towards all the Yet to be discovered places My mind travels looking at you Eyes sliding away from imagining Through the half shadows From which you are emerging The old fear shoots…
The Poetry of You by Keith T. Hoerner
The Poetry of You by Keith T. Hoerner The lines of your body The metered beats of your breath The strum, the very hum of your being ### Keith T. Hoerner, BS, MFA lives, writes, and teaches in Saint Louis, Missouri. His work can be found in literary journals from the Midwest to the East…
Autumn Portrait by Brian Drury
Autumn Portrait by Brian Drury When the day ends, she goes for a walk. She breathes in the autumn: How the Juniper leaves feel nothing. She remembers walking hand in hand With her father a long time ago, Her little hands cupped within his, Squeezing his fingers so tightly, No space between and safe. They…
Morning by Tim Heron
Morning by Tim Heron Morning. She gets up. The shutters paint Her face a zebra. The curtains whisper: It’s a grey day, not a bad day, So she sips her tea with a sigh, A smile and a cigarette ### Tim Heron is 24 and was born in Belfast, in Ireland, but he grew up…
Broken Memories by Hannah Dayton
Broken Memories by Hannah Dayton Its been so long since I saw you, so alone I’ve been I wish I could go back, before it all begins it was simple, my heart full of joy nothing would I worry, except a broken toy. ### Hannah Dayton is a young mother, wife and student in California….
Tin Heart by Karen Sideris
Tin Heart By Karen Sideris Big red “K” Tin heart Thanks for the keychain. Do you like it? I thought you would. She is proud. But why? The ugliest thing I’ve ever seen Selected just for me, this loud strange trinket Clatters into the drawer of birthday gifts Forgotten. Next year no gift comes No…
You and I in the furnace by Viplob Pratik
You and I in the furnace by Viplob Pratik Just as the fire rages in the furnace when the wind rushes through the stoker you are blowing your breath all over the coals of my anxieties and the embers of my disorders are alight As the hammer dipping into water, heating up in flames beats…
A Letter along the Way by Xiwen Mai
A Letter along the Way by Xiwen Mai Dearest, tell me where the cicadas have gone. Didn’t summer only exist in the past? For I see myself sitting at the window years ago, in the wild songs of cicadas about how they had waited life long to find the summer unbearable, Nanjing’s summer hot as…
A PORTRAIT by Nathaniel Parker Willis
A PORTRAIT by Nathaniel Parker Willis She was not very beautiful, if it be beauty’s test To match a classic model when perfectly at rest; And she did not look bewitchingly, if witchery it be, To have a forehead and a lip transparent as the sea. The fashion of her gracefulness was not a follow’d…