Drywall and Grace
/A crystal chandelier hung above.
An evergreen candle flickered—
pine fresh, love, a tree in a forest.
We lay on the oak table…
By Andy Cooper
Read MoreWriting Gallery
They Sit Unsung
/Happy Mothers' Day to all…
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…know the fears
and hurts you hide
your deeds, like diamonds…
By Benjamin Nambu
Read MoreThe Subconscious
/My mind’s hidden power,
mysterious as the universe,
endless thoughts arise
day and night…
By Shih-Fang Wang
Read MoreThe Art of Nail-Biting
/The art of nail-biting
hand-wringing anxiety
Has perpetuated my life
And then left like a…
By Sylvia Rose
Read MoreLosing You
/Daniel Fury was spending Saturday afternoon as he often did, sitting alone at the bar, nursing a pint of bitter and reading his book. There was something almost magical about reading a good book over a nice pint of beer, in a cosy …
By Chris Platt
Read MoreOld Shelter Cat
/This poem contemplates…
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Nobody knows
when you were born
who your mother…
By Mayumi Yamamoto
Read MoreThe Flower Within
/Hear not the silence in the new fallen snow
embankments high of drifted wonder hide
all that winter buries underneath its surface
and cocoons itself in an invisible …
By DL Mullan
Read MoreThe Star Spangled Tragedy
/This was written in response …
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Oh, say, can you see by
The dawn's early light
That the false king is…
By Linda Troxell
Read MoreWhen The Shark Bites
/When fairy tales meet the real world.
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In college, she had many boys, at least a score or more,
derrieres in chairs or on the floor—she wasn’t keeping score.
In tête-à-têtes, ménage à trois…
By Ken Gosse
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