By Andrew Scott Find beauty in the strangest places to swipe heartache away Bringing smiles to worried faces you walk up rotten staircases to discover a light in the day Find beauty in the strangest places life is a series of showcases fight through the clouded grey Bringing smiles to worried faces we are all … Continue reading Beauty In The Strangest Places (Villanelle)
IN DARK PLACES
By John Grey The wick is as reluctant to light as the wax is to burn. Darkness is such a natural state it seems, even simple physics is reluctant to upset its status quo. You fiddle with the match. I'm wondering should I try to help, with gentle-fingers, aid you in the striking. But what … Continue reading IN DARK PLACES
Catlogues, Form and Fuction, Birds on a Telephone Wire
“Catalogues” Catalogues online are very Hard because out-of-stock items Disappear forever. Excuse Me, I was trying to find that Shirt in my size, now it’s gone for Eternity. Eons upon Eons I must live without that Shirt—age of frustrated shopping. “Form and Function” Form and function in a poem serve As a guide and game … Continue reading Catlogues, Form and Fuction, Birds on a Telephone Wire
Out in the rain
By John Page
Tommy Poetry
By Thomas Page 8X8s (eight lines of free versed octameter) “The First Snow of Winter” It always comes as a surprise Whenever it snows for the First time in winter. Hold out your Hand to see indistinct snowflakes Dissolve on the surface of your Gloves. The outside world blanketed In flawless white with sideways … Continue reading Tommy Poetry
Third Place Winner of the Holiday Poetry Contest- Canal Fog
By Emma Woodford Flat canal fog, disappearing trees line adroitly planted paths. Water flows coal barges float, with cars parked. The train glides, buildings grow gravel patches spread like butterflies. Roads pass ponds with corner herons standing, are they watching fish or waiting for the sun. November days passing, greyly lit winter, curling … Continue reading Third Place Winner of the Holiday Poetry Contest- Canal Fog
“Stone Cottage”
By Thomas Page A man stands at a precipice, a deluge comes. He allows the soot and ash of a dying age wash over him. Can Cathleen ever be heard again Over the roar of the coming age; an age without reason? A gentle sound interrupts Yeats’ reverie. A young man comes in with … Continue reading “Stone Cottage”
Atlas of Puddles
By Thomas Page Have you ever seen an atlas of puddles Speckle the pavement? An atlas of puddles My feet are wet to the bone, my socks drenched And my shoes seemingly soaked, man. An atlas of puddles The pavement undulates ever so low Making deltas in the city plan An atlas of puddles The … Continue reading Atlas of Puddles
Endless Caves
By Pat St. Pierre
Liberty at Watch
By John Page
Academy of the Heart And Mind 