Another in Elizabeth Akin Stelling’s series of prose poems. Look for news about a book of these poems … soon! #15 By Elizabeth Akin Stelling Small brown hands began mixing flour and water for tortillas in an old wooden bowl as the woman explained in Spanglish to my mother, who was sharing too much information […]
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Waiting for the words to come
Christopher Roe writes about inspiration. What inspires you? Write about it. Waiting for the words to come By Christopher Roe Wrapped in the cold, wet, gray day a focused sadness descends upon a lone figure sitting separate from the crowd on an island of thought. And he lets his mind drift through the music hanging […]
After all these years, Dorothy still thinks about the Tin Man
Julia Klatt Singer’s poem is one to fall in love with. After all these years, Dorothy still thinks about the Tin Man By Julia Klatt Singer She thinks about what it sounds like inside of him, her hollow man, when he isn’t sleep-walking, rattling about the gray-lit house, thinking about how to fix this, how […]
Indigo blue night
Dawnell Harrison returns with a visual poem. Indigo blue night By Dawnell Harrison The sky blackened with crows As the night dissolved bit by bit In an indigo blue light. My breath lay vaulted in the spring Air as the street lights lit up blocks Inch by inch, corner by corner.
Heard for the First Time
Sy Roth writes about hearing what matters. Heard for the First Time By Sy Roth the others said I needed the hearing aids. laughed when I chuckled at the wrong laugh lines. this morning, I took them out, listened instead to the emptiness of the vacant streets as the bicycle took me round them. brain […]
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