Inhibitors When they die I truly live, inhibitors put in their place, reveal the well wrapped, buttoned me. The sunshine strip has sloughed the outer layers off, factor eight, nine or ten cannot protect from running blood. Your distress, your unease, is at honesty, not my disease. What a dangerous globe it is when … Continue reading Poems by Stephen Kingsnorth
Poems by Phoebe Marrall
THE SAME PRIVACY These I saw: small onions laid with their root discs punctuating the longitude poles. Polar caps, yes, navels to the earth where their buried unions still hold. That space along the stalls, unpeopled on this damp morning, stops me (for it insists), with the white parking lines leaping to the … Continue reading Poems by Phoebe Marrall
Life Mystery
By John Goodie Can you hear the trees as they grow Or see the bees make combs of honey? Can you touch the thunder of a cloud Or smell the wonder in a child’s fresh mind Can you see when death might visit Or taste the beast when he gets near? Can you smell the … Continue reading Life Mystery
Poems by Andrew Scott
Fenced In (Poverty Row) I have been here in this part of town since the day I started to have memories. I do not remember the day it was, just the picture and words in my head. Not too much has changed here in this weathered, rusted trailer town. The trees have earned … Continue reading Poems by Andrew Scott
The Untranslatable: Kuddelmiddel
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 By Thomas Page My desk sits by the door facing the window Looking out at the reddening trees and the chopped grass. The September … Continue reading The Untranslatable: Kuddelmiddel
THE DREAMERY FROM PRAYER-BOOK OF AN ANTS
By Paweł Markiewicz gallant butterfly I am godifying Your strong born from the starlets singularly wolf in Your call – a charm fulfilled the most tender weird aboveboard boar You are looking for the stream in druidic holt arcane-meek lynx I would know traces into charm of miracle the far-sighted fox You like flowers … Continue reading THE DREAMERY FROM PRAYER-BOOK OF AN ANTS
Poetry by Sam Rose
I am December I am December the colder, darker days, woolly jumper with sleeves to my fingertips, breath frosting the air. Central heating smell, oranges, cinnamon, evening filled with burning embers, I am December. I am days off laptops off, lights off, cake out, candles on, please, no song, everyone in the kitchen to … Continue reading Poetry by Sam Rose
Poems by Stephen Kingsnorth
Primer I find my place to make my stand, measure with feet my dancing steps, create a fiction, nearer truth than factual paragraph of prose. My primer coat is Latin phrase or Anglo-Saxon early terms, then later English verbal words preparatory to painting phase. The seasoned shades now honeyed, waft, sensed … Continue reading Poems by Stephen Kingsnorth
Winter rain in my muse-like homeland
By Paweł Markiewicz the eyesome fay at the crack of dawn in winter is weeping the winter rain in the form of magnificent teardrops is dropping down it is to be mesmerized in glaciated dreams of muses the shepherd boy hears the falling of the more tender rain like meek tears the docile … Continue reading Winter rain in my muse-like homeland
FUN AND GAMES AT THE WILD ROSE CAFE
A villanelle by Dianne Moritz Sitting here in this funky Wild Rose Cafe, where there’s twenty-seven words for cool, women preen and dream, while men look down, masking boredom on their handsome faces. It’s all too obvious you’d have to laugh were needs for connection not so great. When you suggested we go … Continue reading FUN AND GAMES AT THE WILD ROSE CAFE
Academy of the Heart And Mind 