NEW POETRY EVERY WEEK

 
 
  lana   Bella    HOW BRIEFLY THE NIGHT   Will I needle and breathe hurt illume beneath a street lamp, the way the calm  returns where something used to be?

lana Bella

HOW BRIEFLY THE NIGHT

Will I needle and breathe hurt illume
beneath a street lamp, the way the calm

returns where something used to be?

 
 
  carol l. deerinG    THIS VERY MOMENT THE SAME WIND, LIGHT & RESTLESS RAIN   We crave the light, blue sky, the clouds and shadow edges we share  

carol l. deerinG

THIS VERY MOMENT
THE SAME WIND, LIGHT & RESTLESS RAIN

We crave the light, blue sky,
the clouds and shadow edges
we share
 

  ROBERT OKAJI    DICTIONARY OF DREAMS   And silence. Always silence. Or the filtered woodwinds at dawn.

ROBERT
OKAJI

DICTIONARY OF DREAMS

And silence. Always silence.
Or the filtered woodwinds at dawn.

  jane donohue    FEATURED POET: MAY 2018   Maybe growing old means loving the songs you once hated. Maybe growing old means making peace.

jane
donohue

FEATURED POET: MAY 2018

Maybe growing old means loving the songs you once hated. Maybe growing old means making peace.

 ROGER SIPPL   BETWEEN THE MANGROVES PRISON WALLS   There are no walls around the prisons because they are not prisons for criminals

ROGER
SIPPL

BETWEEN THE MANGROVES
PRISON WALLS

There are no walls around the prisons
because they are not prisons for criminals

 
  M ARY O'MELVENY   CEPHALOPODA CARTOGRAPHY   We met the sea’s full majesty when we finally arrived at the empty Octopus tank.

MARY
O'MELVENY

CEPHALOPODA CARTOGRAPHY

We met the sea’s full majesty
when we finally arrived
at the empty Octopus tank.

  J  IM ZOLA    SUPPLICATION & HOME & THE BODY'S HUM & SATURDAY AFTER THE END OF THE WORLD   If I open the door, the music will die.

JIM
ZOLA

SUPPLICATION & HOME & THE BODY'S HUM & SATURDAY AFTER THE END OF THE WORLD

If I open the door, the music will die.

 NIKKI VELLETRI   FEATURED POET: APRIL 2018   In another life we’re on the roof of your apartment and I’m begging you not to fall to the ground like ash. 

NIKKI
VELLETRI

FEATURED POET: APRIL 2018

In another life we’re on the roof of your apartment and I’m begging you not to fall to the ground like ash. 

  DAVE BISTRICEANU    CITY & PAROUSIA   I am drunk on the Second Coming on the concave ending of my nerves

DAVE BISTRICEANU

CITY &
PAROUSIA

I am drunk on the Second Coming
on the concave ending of my nerves

 
  N  ATASHA GEORGE    FEATURED POET: MARCH 2018   I did not come out of the darkness, But dragged in a scrap of the light.

NATASHA GEORGE

FEATURED POET: MARCH 2018

I did not come out of the darkness,
But dragged in a scrap of the light.

  Sravani singampalli    ROOH AFZA &  LIFE IS A GLASS OF COKE  I say I am petrichor I am the fresh perfume Issued from cardamom thoughts

Sravani singampalli

ROOH AFZA & 
LIFE IS A GLASS OF COKE

I say I am petrichor
I am the fresh perfume
Issued from cardamom thoughts

  J  EREMY VACHON     U NTITLED  I ask myself. “Will I be the same then as I am now?”

JEREMY VACHON

UNTITLED
I ask myself.
“Will I be the same then as I am now?”

  shompole n.l.     FEBRUARY: NEW + SELECT POEMS   While pointing at the moon you said:  I am an ocean full of storms, you are my salvation. Do not let the darkness swallow me.

shompole n.l.

FEBRUARY: NEW + SELECT POEMS
While pointing at the moon you said: I am an ocean full of storms, you are my salvation. Do not let the darkness swallow me.

 
  MARY SIMS    THE OCEAN IS A GIRL: THE GIRL IS DROWNING   My mother said to me, once:  we do not cry for the ocean.

MARY SIMS

THE OCEAN IS A GIRL: THE GIRL IS DROWNING

My mother said to me,
once: we do not cry for the ocean.

  KAT MYERS    MAY, ANYWHERE BUT HERE & MIDSUMMER OFF THE COAST OF SPAIN   the wildflowers will wait for us. they will bloom as they do every year and when we come back,

KAT MYERS

MAY, ANYWHERE BUT HERE &
MIDSUMMER OFF THE COAST OF SPAIN

the wildflowers will wait for us.
they will bloom as they do every year
and when we come back,

  dANA Dykiel    TO MY HOMETOWN, FROM THE WINDOW OF A PLANE   And if I could compel you into existence, you would move like a cloud across the sky

dANA Dykiel

TO MY HOMETOWN, FROM THE WINDOW OF A PLANE

And if I could compel you
into existence, you would move
like a cloud across the sky

 shompole n.l.   THE BIRDWATCHER'S WIFE & OTHER FAIRYTALES FOR WICKED GIRLS    You say you rescued me, and I believe you, I believe you. 

shompole n.l.

THE BIRDWATCHER'S WIFE & OTHER FAIRYTALES FOR WICKED GIRLS

You say you rescued me, and I believe you, I believe you. 

 
  TABAKA ANN CHRISTINE    FEATURED POET: JANUARY 2018   It always astonishes me how whole days can disappear, vanishing into oblivion along with items from last week’s grocery list

TABAKA ANN CHRISTINE

FEATURED POET: JANUARY 2018

It always astonishes me how whole days can disappear, vanishing into oblivion along with items from last week’s grocery list

  Gladstone carly    THE WARMTH OF BURNT SAPLINGS   A few imperative fractions of yourself have been missing since the summer in which you turned twelve.

Gladstone
carly

THE WARMTH OF BURNT SAPLINGS

A few imperative fractions of yourself
have been missing since the summer in which you turned twelve.

  carmichael pj    THE DOG DAYS OF DESTRUCTION   Age is the only law now, gravity pulling our flesh towards creaky wooden floors

carmichael
pj

THE DOG DAYS OF DESTRUCTION

Age is the only law now,
gravity pulling our flesh
towards creaky wooden floors

  pearson, mallory    FEATURED POET: DECEMBER   i think i might never breathe again if i could reach for that dip in the mattress and feel your weight.

pearson, mallory

FEATURED POET: DECEMBER

i think i might never breathe again if i could reach for that dip in the mattress and feel your weight.

 
  SHOMPOLE n.l.    HOME   Home as carnivore, as a thing that hungers, home as raptor, as sky full of teeth, snagged on feathers.

SHOMPOLE
n.l.

HOME

Home as carnivore, as a thing that hungers, home as raptor, as sky full of teeth, snagged on feathers.

  n.a. reyna    FEATURED POET: NOVEMBER   This requires the full attention of mercy. & If mercy exists in any life, it is exhausted. If summer has lungs, it is breathing out.

n.a.
reyna

FEATURED POET: NOVEMBER

This requires the full attention of mercy.
& If mercy exists in any life, it is exhausted.
If summer has lungs, it is breathing out.

  KHANUM S.A.    FEATURED POET: AUGUST   i say curve all light until it reaches you. fill you full. i say shadow is another form of movement. i want to shadow move with you.

KHANUM
S.A.

FEATURED POET: AUGUST

i say curve all light until it reaches you. fill you full. i say shadow is another form of movement. i want to shadow move with you.

  OLADE YVES     FEATURED POET: AUGUST   what I mean is, how do you touch a lover who can’t even say your name? I had a body that felt everything and we couldn’t talk about it...

OLADE
YVES

FEATURED POET: AUGUST

what I mean is, how do you touch a lover who can’t even say your name? I had a body that felt everything and we couldn’t talk about it...