Suitcase by Anne Dykers
In the end, you have no suitcase.
The ticket is one-way only, very expensive, caro, precious.
You arrive on the side of a hill which has dared to assert...
[POEM] Maybe It’s A Tin Ear by Tim Butterworth
Maybe it’s a tin ear for poetry.
“Do unto others” didn’t balance like a see-saw when you heard it?
You were playing with fire while others sang about whose...
[POEM] Drinking Weather by Gregory Luce
Sky perfect dull gray
intermittent spits of rain
not cold or warm
and just enough wind
to get inside a jacket
and I have nothing to do
and all the time in the...
Lament for Bob Dylan by Anne Becker
. . . as if he were holding the sea in his black hands, as if, after giving him all that power, she now could give him pity and consolation . . .
Asanas After Troy by Jean-Jacques Gabriel
Anger. Tears. and a fleeting desire for violence
disrupt a dreamer's dream
of race-less love in world without lynching.
certain moments stoke outrage-fueled flames,
exciting anger - our sense of self’s...
