by Dawnell Harrison The shrouded veil The shrouded veil of clouds Lingers like ghosts In a graveyard as the vexing Moon shines her shattered Light to the ground– A kaleidoscope of golds Filter down from the yellow Moon in waves. © Dawnell Harrison Bio: Dawnell Harrison has been published in over 75 journals and magazines including The Tower Journal, The Endicott ... Read More
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by Poppy Scarlett Glass Trees You with all your vivid faces I have no misgivings. To have looked away stood back said how wise, that he never caught my eye let it be; torn feet cursed earth– if our paths had never crossed. For the wounded lie fatigued, yet to have made no offer– when we both know how ... Read More
by Danielle Dragon Midnight Apparition at Two A.M It’s slightly paradoxical that I rely on you for solace, for relief from the horrors that seize me instantly upon opening my eyes each day. I curse the arrival of the morning sunlight, beaming like a jagged laser through my filthy bedroom window, shepherding in the arrival of ... Read More
Unrecovered~ by Sy Roth Pablo, have you heard? Your head’s missing. Out there in the ether it floats now only a pixilated memory. Did you have some need for that misshapen Quasimodo? You painted him with that squirrely uni-brow, an earthy worm resting above those shattered eyes-- one with a look of shock as if he’d seen his ... Read More
Ode to Bla Jungfrun The Blue Maiden by Yoshay Lama Lindblom I have been to a sacred place of magick and felt a myriad of pulse, quivering from the core of its granite heart, finding a passage, thus finding me. Ageless stories floating in the wind, of hunters and warriors of witches both black and white. That which ... Read More
by Sy Roth Red and Blue Cowboy Boots~ A neighbor passed today on his way to non-being. A casual traveler basking once in the silky sun of existence. Cells once nourished became his bete noir. They consumed him in a gulp. Not knowing him well, Hardly a blip on his radar screen. For a nanosecond at a community ... Read More
Damn fingers want to make music…
too set in their lumbering, clumsy ways
to find the strings…….
By Sy Roth Read More on BlogNostics.net
So we think we’re dead
And they couldn’t possibly take more….
Read More of Sy Roth The Treblinka Miners 1946~ Sy Roth on BlogNostics.net
by Tameka Mullins Imagine me filling you up You’d be imprinted with passion marks all over as I release My love is a beast Words per minute is high and I won’t cease Until The sentences, paragraphs and chapters increase My appetite is deep I’ll keep you rising like yeast Our connection is so sweet You amaze me and keep ... Read More