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Howl by Sy Roth

Howl by Sy Roth

  Ginsburg, you fool, I say Kaddish for you. I ride my camel in a desert full of camels, A restless marauder sitting atop a… Read More
 
The Call by Andrew Scott

The Call by Andrew Scott

  Part I – The Call No one knew where I was going, no even me, or when or if I would ever be back.… Read More
 
The Loneliest man in the World by John Grey

The Loneliest man in the World by John Grey

  Nobody knows me here. No friends. I’m totally alone. Then you call. My voice is trembling. Haven’t spoken to anyone in days and even… Read More
 
Out Of Sight by Lynn White

Out Of Sight by Lynn White

  Sometimes you just can’t see it a case of the wood hiding the trees, perhaps or the elephant sitting ignored in the centre of… Read More
 
Time Untended: A Villanelle by Sterling Warner

Time Untended: A Villanelle by Sterling Warner

    Time untended triggers loss through neglect Past opportunities won’t come again; Escape, escape, any guilt or regret. Investors look ahead, wealth they expect,… Read More
 
Simple Poems by Michael T. Smith

Simple Poems by Michael T. Smith

    If simple poems with cheap old rhymes Were never even worth your time Then skip this stone on broken pond Jumping on like… Read More
 
We Lost The War by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

We Lost The War by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

  Imagine we lost the war, he says. I tell him everyone loses the war. He climbs a nearby lamppost and ignores me. Imagine we… Read More
 
poem for 100,000 afternoons spent drowning on dry land by John Sweet

poem for 100,000 afternoons spent drowning on dry land by John Sweet

      and it’s not the end of the world if no one loves you but suicide is always an option you see how… Read More
 
A Bedood by Sy Roth

A Bedood by Sy Roth

  Metropolis automatons shuffle to their homes. A bedood of self-imposed acclimatization As the roseolaed sphere wreaks havoc Hacking at the plague images that riffle… Read More
 
Play Me A Tune by Lynn White

Play Me A Tune by Lynn White

    Sit quietly now you can play later and don’t be sad, it’s a bit of a muddle but, believe me, you are made… Read More