Writing Gallery
Let Me Sink Today!
/This poem was written while experiencing the power of self reflection, realization and self actualization.
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…me sink today
Like an iron bolt
Adamantly…
By Sonam Lama
Read MorePortuguese Plums
/…the breakfast buffet, I choose cut up Portuguese plums
Put them on my plate
Poured myself some peach juice in my glass
Spread some apricot jam across my…
By Samantha Merz
Read MoreWithout a Paddle
/…was a lovely panorama, Dolores thought, her mind turning as peacefully as did her kayak. Here she saw the nearby woods, its autumnal scarlets and ochres mirrored in the millpond, the white birch trunks making wiggly stripes in the dark water. In a moment, a current or breeze caught the bow, pivoting her view to the far meadow and hillside of golden grasses, then the dam. Below, the stream…
By Don Noel
Read MoreA Broom's Length
/…to save yourself, like moon to tide
you towed me around the ice rink
with the kitchen broom extended
between us, you at the handle and…
By Shelly Norris
Read MoreWarning Shots
/…up from his computer screen. His colleague Callum hovered by his desk, slurping tea from a chipped Manchester City mug. It took Phil a second to recall what was happening on Friday. Their colleague, Mike, was turning thirty so a night out had been arranged. The birthday night out had been excitedly talked about in the fortnight…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreTea Stains At Borders
/This is a poem representing experiences of those living on the Mexico border and their daily existence…
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…blurred at borders
I again bring you a hot cup today
My eyes misting over like the…
By Kashiana Singh
Read MoreGrandma and the Bennie
/When your Grandma's capacity for booze outweighs all the fairy tales about being a Grandma who do you become?
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…get your grandmother,” the words fall from somewhere near my mother’s back, turned to me, bent over one of the infinite household tasks with which she erases…
By Charlene Jones
Read MoreLife Has Become Serious
/Musings on the death of my father
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…rang the front doorbell for the third time and followed it by banging on the edge of the security door. Her client was deaf but usually, after the second ring, she would hear him shuffling to answer the door. The house was as secure as Fort Knox. There were deadlocks on both doors and all the windows. Security doors…
By Alexandra de Fircks
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