The Sun Often…
/A reversing Fibonacci poem.
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…where it last set,
but wisdom’s not dawned on us yet.
I’d like to surmise…
By Ken Gosse
Read MoreWriting Gallery
Healing Cracks
/…his wit’s end, Seth found a piece
of himself in a broken shard of glass
that he dodged as Erika tossed
her mother’s gifted…
By Andy Cooper
Read MoreThe Hidden Reflection
/…the hidden reflection of me.
The smuged image in the mirror I can longer see.
She is the sunbeam dancing in the leaves of the trees.
A shard of glas tricking my…
By Jonna Kihlman
Read MoreNorth Wind
/…changes direction out of the proverbial north and friends are not found nor a woman wants you for what you are instead of what is in your pocket, the smite of years you walked the earth are recalled; and only your tired feet…
By Buckspinster
Read MoreA Mother Who Writes
/This is a poem about a mother who is a writer.
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…are short while nights are long
Singing made up silly songs
She is a mother who…
By Brittany Benko
Read MoreI Swear I Will...
/…wonderful it would be
If only I narrated ‒
The fragrance of cloying jasmine,
Hanging in…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
Read MoreThree Generations
/…grandmother with bound feet
Could hardly step out of her house
Her activities were greatly restricted
Her world was so…
By Shih-Fang Wang
Read MoreTo Be A Feminist
/…is advocacy
Not for the “granting” of rights to women
For are they not already endowed with the same fundamental rights
Inherently possessed…
By Mike Turner
Read MoreSolitudes Embrace
/…through endless nights I roam
Longing for your presence to call home.
Days stretch drearily without your grace,
Yearning for your warm…
By moonlit rose mystique
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