By Laura Potts Yes. Back then, I was child of a garden and pavement end. When homestead old was forest and fire, and high were the gold robes of fields which rose to my run, some say I tore up the moors. On that cold morning and grey, before day burst down a valley … Continue reading “Jane Doe #503”
“The Night Country”
By Laura Potts ‘The undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveler returns’ – Hamlet. Old winter hour, gloam and the glow of this last evening fire, after the time of the cold and away from my last-gasp hourglass and this passing grey; after the far-cast dust of my day when the half- light fields breathe … Continue reading “The Night Country”
The Seasoned Moons
By Thomas Page Winter's first full moon Cloaked in two faced patronage Is and not the same. Spring's first full moon o'er Refreshed dusk welcoming dawn Is and not the same. Summer's first full moon Drenched in sunned atmosphere Is and not the same. Autumn's first full moon Watching the dusk … Continue reading The Seasoned Moons
The Untranslatable: Depaysment
By Thomas Page The Untranslatable This is a series of poems of words that do not directly translate into English. I have tried to capture the essence of the word in a poem. A salty breeze cannot be replaced Like a jacob to an esau grabbing at the heels In the mind of a … Continue reading The Untranslatable: Depaysment
Cold Calculation
By Guy Farmer So dead inside that They don’t feel a thing When making decisions That hurt other human beings, Moving forward with Cold calculation, Devoid of compassion. Guy Farmer writes deep short poems about the human condition. Visit him online at Unconventional Being, https://www.unconventionalbeing.com/.
“Dance”
By Ian Copestick This one life, this one chance It's the only one you'll get Make of it what you will It isn't over yet The choice is yours The time is now There are no second chances Sit on the sidelines moaning Or jump up, join in the dances Feel that beat inside … Continue reading “Dance”
“Me and Mrs Fisher”
By Laura Potts The world lit its lights and hung pearls in our eyes like trembling moons under darkling stars. The night saw the city asleep and aslope as the land fell away to the left and the right, the sight of the globes in your eyes nightjars in pale pools of light. I … Continue reading “Me and Mrs Fisher”
“Inside Out”
By Wayne Russell I am the dead inside out, more alone than you could possibly imagine. Underneath kaleidoscope skies, trees sway in the sorrowful breeze, loneliness has a hold on the stranglehold cool of day. I lit a match and the world imploded, sat outside and watched people passing by in subtle sway. She and me equaled = … Continue reading “Inside Out”
The Untranslatable: Flâner
By Thomas Page The Untranslatable This is a series of poems of words that do not directly translate into English. I have tried to capture the essence of the word in a poem. St. Denis’ labyrinth is welcome to little ulysseses Looking to find nothing in particular But to melt time into gold of sorts,— … Continue reading The Untranslatable: Flâner
His Stories
By Guy Farmer Sitting in his room, Telling himself His stories, Over and over, Because no one Else will listen to them, Though they assure him They care deeply About his well-being. Guy Farmer writes deep short poems about the human condition. Visit him online at Unconventional Being, https://www.unconventionalbeing.com/.
Academy of the Heart And Mind 