By Ryan Flanagan The Rainbow Kid was out with his satchel after each rain reaching down into his bag feeling around for the one he put there just two weeks previous as worms broke soil, the peckish birds always waiting he muttered to himself then turned and started for home. … Continue reading The Rainbow Kid
Overturned Hockey Net, Meredith St., Little Current
By Ryan Flanagan I am walking along Meredith Street with a single bag of belongings. It is quiet, most peaceful. A few cars pass but traffic is light. On the front lawn of this house I see an overturned hockey net by the window. A red-breasted robin keeps pulling at the twine. … Continue reading Overturned Hockey Net, Meredith St., Little Current
Mayhem in a Season of Honey
Mayhem in a Season of Honey -a sestina Scent of chamomile, and the smell of honey. Destruction hid in the coffee, over burnt already. She strolls into a sunroom filled with flowers and potted trees. But colors are abstract. Blind, intertwined with the immaculate darkness -- shades from the hell they’ve told her. … Continue reading Mayhem in a Season of Honey
Poems by Ryan Flanagan
Ansel Adams with Cameras for Hands Civil disobedience on Saturn again. Mommy’s ring finger is getting rather sore. When I walk with my feet we are someone else’s entourage. Bright lights in the sky like never blinking. Plum icebox Willie Carlos and broken pail Conrad. This vile archeology of hairballs. The Chrysler Building with wheels … Continue reading Poems by Ryan Flanagan
Various Poems
By Marc Carver I walked down Congress I wrote a poem at every bench I came to and left it there. Must have been ten or so I even left one in a bush I can't remember all the words but I can remember the soul of them LOST As I … Continue reading Various Poems
The World I Want To Live In
By Jessica Ricks I don’t want to live in a world Without creativity, love, peace, And happiness. But if I had to live with Pain at my core, At least it’s something I Already know...
More Poems by Marc Carver
By Marc Carver SNOW ON TREES A long snake sits on top of bark the sun casts a shadow on another tree, it looks like a man with roots for legs and arms running as fast as he can If I grew roots from my toes and planted myself in the earth I could … Continue reading More Poems by Marc Carver
When You Kiss Me
By Jessica Ricks Your lips crush against Mine, soft and determined to Take in every taste of What you have long since Claimed as yours. Your body Envelopes me in your warmth allowing me to feel safe, Loved, and needed. Your Tongue explores my mouth in A desperate urge to feel every Inch of … Continue reading When You Kiss Me
Breathe In, Breathe Out
By Jessica Ricks Everything stops. Shaking hands, heart palpitations Throat tightens, Someone standing on my chest Weighing me down. Falling through space, accelerating, The world is a haze. Breath stuck, oxygen deprived Concentration gone. Breathe in, breathe out. Time freezes. Suddenly a ghost no longer part of myself, On the outside. Nothing … Continue reading Breathe In, Breathe Out
Us
By Jessica Ricks I want you by my side. As I embark on this crazy whirlwind … Continue reading Us
