An American Experience December 20, 2021March 20, 2022Dale Cottingham 0 While I waited at roadside I thought, why not try some loveliness. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
Who are we? December 20, 2021March 20, 2022Mary Mills 0 Are we who we were Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
cain’s daughter December 20, 2021March 20, 2022RC deWinter 0 Some sacrifices will always be unacceptable. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
The Last Poem December 20, 2021March 20, 2022Michael Green 0 It is written this last poem, Words put on a page like blood on the sidewalk Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
Burnt Time December 20, 2021March 20, 2022Nolo Segundo 0 Life has expanded exponentially, beyond time and the mundane, beyond the universe, even beyond death itself. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
Rollbacks December 20, 2021March 20, 2022James Croal Jackson 0 A poem against capitalism. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
Kingdom of the Polar bear December 20, 2021March 20, 2022Colin Ian Jeffery 0 Superb hunter on snow and ice Roaming frozen seas Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
The Lost Dreams December 20, 2021March 20, 2022Srinidhi Jitesh 0 This poem depicts the story of three children in the slums of India. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
Pasta al sugo December 20, 2021March 20, 2022Aldo Quagliotti 0 ‘Pasta al sugo’ is a love dedication to my dead uncle, who was killed by HIV in the early 90s. His braveness shaped who I am today. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
Lady Liberty December 20, 2021March 20, 2022Thomas Piekarski 0 Those antique gods Are all gone now. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
Oh December 20, 2021March 20, 2022Stephen Mead 0 Experimental evocative somewhat dark piece on lovers being joined in death without regret in the end Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
On Poetics (and matters of similar tedium) September 20, 2021December 20, 2021Joel Schueler 0 A look at the current literary scene as someone sees it (mainly). Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
From this side of truth September 20, 2021December 20, 2021Colin Ian Jeffery 0 From this side of truth Lies fall twisted at the gate Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
Sermon September 20, 2021December 20, 2021Frederick Pollack 0 I thought at first it was a play, and wondered who would enjoy such stasis and pretension. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
Walls September 20, 2021December 20, 2021Pamela Medland 0 My legs shake as I climb the 100th step, scan the green-toothed horizon, see grey clouds snake through the unploughed hills of Inner Mongolia. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
Let it dance with you September 20, 2021December 20, 2021Dr. Shailja Sharma 0 A poem that depicts the beauty and the power of the present moment. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...