Black Spider, Purple Grace by Kris Statler
Kris Statler currently writes from her semi off-grid tiny home on the island of Maui, where she has lived for over 35 years.
Category: poem
The Intersection by Aaron Poochigian
AARON POOCHIGIAN earned a PhD in Classics from the University of Minnesota and an MFA in Poetry from Columbia University.
Spirits of the Dead by Edgar Allan Poe
Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) was an American writer, poet, critic and editor best known for his tales of mystery and horror. He is considered a central figure in the American Romantic movement and was one of the first American practitioners of the short story.
The Computer’s Lament by Nolo Segundo
Nolo Segundo, pen name of L.j. Carber, 77, became a published poet in his 8th decade in over 200 literary journals in 15 countries on 4 continents.
Gods Tears by Jezabel Castillo
Jezabel Castillo is 17 years old from New York. She has been writing poetry for 5 years and strives to pursue her dream career of becoming a Published Poet
Pretty Lights by John Frank Haugh
John Frank Haugh’s writing has been published in storySouth, The North Carolina Literary Review, Notre Dame Magazine, Main Street Rag, Rat’s Ass Review, The Wall Street Journal, and elsewhere.
Life is Precious by William Wiggins
William Wiggins is an African American writer who is currently pursuing his Master’s in Psychology at the University of Cincinnati in Cincinnati, Ohio.
The Low Hanging Sun by Nolo Segundo
Nolo Segundo, pen name pof L.J.Carber, became a widely published poet only in his 8th decade in nearly 140 literary magazines in 10 countries and 3 trade book collections: The Enormity of Existence [2020], Of Ether and Earth [2021], and Soul Songs [2022]
The Shaman by Larry D. Thomas
Larry D. Thomas, a member of the Texas Institute of Letters, was the 2008 Texas Poet Laureate. He has published several award-winning and critically acclaimed collections of poetry
THE WITCHES (for older children)
THE WITCHES (for older children)
In the dark forest under the haze
absent the moon’s silvery rays,
when the night is black and still
the witches hold a blackbird’s quill.