Three Haikus

by Patrick Karl Curley memories of you before you’re gone; dried petals on the windowsill crackling on the breeze tiny sparks of burning chaff glitter in your eyes light that ripples on loneliness in company by a purling brook & & Patrick Karl Curley  Patrick Karl Curley is a poet and performance artist from Sligo, … Continue reading Three Haikus

Two Haikus

by Tiffany Cahill Speak when on your ownSo that you don’t forgetThe strength in your voice. If I don’t blinkI can’t see the shadowsLiving in the dark. & Tiffany Cahill Tiffany Cahill is a fresh writer in the literary world with a passion for poetry in particular. Born in Alabama, raised in Texas, and now … Continue reading Two Haikus

All of me knows how talking to each other works. No decisions get made. Always this makes sense and that sounds good or that is trouble but this is hell. On and on until in the end all suns explode, and that eternity we thought we had when. So much for that. Maybe one of … Continue reading

Cartography

by Emma Demopoulos The colors you braid into your hair Are painted on my heart Beaten by the wind and salt, They become memories of what they once were The words you write Are tucked in all my pockets They coat the inside of my clothes Reminders of what I can’t wash away The comfort … Continue reading Cartography

The Quiet

by Karen Shepard I take it personally, braid it into my hair, tie it around my index finger so that I don’t forget, put it in my shoe to pain my every step, sprinkle a dash of in my morning coffee so that I keep tasting it. I hear it’s not about me so I … Continue reading The Quiet

Perspective

by Megha Sood With my shackled mind and encumbered thoughtsas my feet rise upsteps of the old mighty templedesolate yet imbued;with the fullness of lifemy body disguised as a prayerand my palms foldedas the dissatisfaction is neatly tuckedin the center of my palmsI count the stepsin sync with my raging heartbeats and bated breathI walk … Continue reading Perspective

Divine Incantation

by Megha Sood a poem is like a spell–a memory moving through the shadows of timelike a divine incantation:like a river flowing in your soulboisterous,unfettered;unapologetic.as it cleanses the crevicesthose sluices clogged through eonsit paves its own way when it moves through its structurea lexicon of words and its broken semanticsa language so deeply knows as … Continue reading Divine Incantation