Category: Poetry

by Bruce McRae The one in bed while the world dreamsitself into being. The onewho sleeps like a knocked-over urn,moonlight scouring forests,starlight blowing holes in winter’s airs,darkness issuing its evictions and writs. The one undressing after a long journey,a seven-decade gadabout in life’s jalopy.In one ear, the vox angelica.In the other, wind behind a haunted…

by R. Gerry Fabian While there willalways be boundaries,there are no limits.The warmth of a smilehas no known measurementandthe deft touch of a handcarries endless communication. About the Author: R. Gerry Fabian is a published poet from Doylestown, PA. He has published five books of poetry: Parallels, Coming Out Of The Atlantic, Electronic Forecasts, Wildflower…

by Cliff Saunders All around the neighborhood,costumed children are hidingfrom the walking deadunder autumn’s dusky trees. On this sweet holiday,fingernails are touchy,and the sky is more sinisterthan blood on a ghost. The Halloween basketof fire that has gone darkon a hillside continuesto smolder. How sanguine it is! Nearby, owls devour a pumpkin,and Dracula’s castle triggersseismic…

by Steve Brisendine These are the between-days, gray above and green below.Summer is still on the clock, but you can tell it’s alreadyplanning some time off and then the usual move south.Keep a little humidity in the air, remind the cicadas not to endtheir set before the last song: it’s all stuff you can phone…

by R. Gerry Fabian She goes to the blanket chest, rummages aroundand pulls out a folder marked, ‘love directions.’Slowly unfolding it on the farm table,she is surprised by the length.Still, she jots down noteson the lined yellow pad next to her: Hold hands.Passionate kisses.A gift for no reason.Date night.Couch cuddles.A favorite meal.Afternoon intimacy. She sighs…

by Ava Grace I was soft handed till you took my hands into yoursDo you see these scars? They are yours, from all the words i’ve writtenAnd I thought I knew who I was but I don’t anymoreI don’t know anything cause how could you get to me so easilyYou’re like smoke stuck to my…

by Steve Fay What sleeps inside your form, your hair, your bone?Ever it expands as breath—or does it stifle,as the unvoiced consonant inside that name?As the weight of the awaiting train.As the tractor rolling over that dead boywho stopped going to your school.As memory of the beads of mercury your finger nudgedaround the linoleum floor,…

by Jonathan Everitt Hypothesis inspired by a myth, we named her Theia,for a Titaness. The size of Mars, her failed orbitsent her hurdling toward Earth, still a molten sea. Direct hit fused two planets’ iron cores, reset our axis,separating autumn from spring. Theia’s violent endmade a merged Earth enveloping a parasitic iron twin. And we…

by Rekha Valliappan I seek no shadowed earth, no moonstruck face when the yard is snowy full. When north winds waft over snake pits, silent as bats in flight one cave to the next, I wheel the acceleration, dig the bare bones of shoveled invigoration to final flare. I see no bloom transforming each blowing…

by Rekha Valliappan Once I had two wooers. One was an angled cow, the other was a spirited blackbird. The cow ruminated love letters to me with grassy metaphors, I never fully understood. The blackbird pecked my fingertips in polished pearls, fashioned from early morning dew drops, I did. At that moment in time I…