Two poems AN ANTI THEIST’S SURRENDER The lines of children were cognizant of an uprising. This was evident in their diffidence to the wind and the way scars healed from the inside despite a continuous onslaught of moral beatings, the noble bullies barely having time to adjust. Fatalistically, the swooning became the resolve. CHOKING ON… Colin James weiterlesen
Schlagwort: poems
Walter Hoelbling
gone where have conversations gone long time passing where have all our love words gone long time ago where have all our love words gone mobiles took them, every one when will we ever learn I hope they will return wiehere have all the mobiles gone long time passing where have all the notebooks gone… Walter Hoelbling weiterlesen
Bill Cotter
Two Poems COMING UPON Incautious, still, and breaking the peace Of the lake, I hear the swan’s unease And sense, in its startled trumpetings, Time is measured in the beating of wings. Across the brown veined beds of reeds Now rippling and dropping their silver beads, There comes the sound of whisperings, “Time is measured… Bill Cotter weiterlesen
Ian C. Smith
Three Poems Artifice He photographs her on the Cobb at Lyme Regis, a shadowy shot to be published in a journal unimagined then like other scenarios destiny stores between expectation and realisation. They had read The French Lieutenant’s Woman. Wave-smash sprays her op-shop cape as if a film is being enacted in a surf-hiss of… Ian C. Smith weiterlesen
Ali Znaidi
Five Cyberpoems Typing Something Luminous Between light and darkness a door of fathomless possibilities opens onto the ether. Between light and darkness a cosmos of limitations is exploded, while limitless aspirations are being downloaded. Between darkness and light the butterflies’ wings are (still) static. No movements; only my errant fingers wandering in the keyboard’s wilderness… Ali Znaidi weiterlesen
Tegan Jane Schetrumpf
Lit-Mag #46 – Madrigalesque How can you? With the pop, pop, of apoptosis in your ear weave and dodge words you’d rather not hear? There’s a pulse. Diastolic da-dum. The beat of a drum. Empty skin. And the dong. The dignified chime of some grandfather clock measuring time with his hickory switch. You bare two… Tegan Jane Schetrumpf weiterlesen
Nova Longhurst
Lit-Mag #46 – Madrigalesque Three Poems Her Lips burning of subdued embers, Her words brand you, inescapable. Eyes as old as amber, Her gaze tells your story, unwritten. Masked by the mud of her mother, Her power precedes her, enthralling. Rokkr Náttar, shadow of the oncoming night, She destroys me, inescapable love. Purified Asphyxiation… Nova Longhurst weiterlesen
Jordie Albiston
Lit-Mag #46 – Madrigalesque The plane angle poems 5/52 five years old with the smile & the special fifty-two years with the miracle grin & the little & the place & the warm & everything is fine ticketty-boo when someday soon is huger than never when someday never came a day too soon time in… Jordie Albiston weiterlesen
Charles F. Thielman
Four Poems Dark Boa My lover will soon rise out of her novel and help me walk back inside, injury sitting me at this balcony table night after July night. Solitaire by streetlight mixed with moonlight tonight, the 7 of clubs finding a home, the jack of diamonds kneeling on the robe of a black… Charles F. Thielman weiterlesen
Wilda Morris
Parkinson’s Poems Dinner with Dad I pull my hands off the table, lay them in my lap. They want to reach out, take the bread and table knife from Dad’s grizzled hands. It hurts to watch his painstaking moves, the way the glob of jelly slides without spreading, threatens to fall in his lap. My… Wilda Morris weiterlesen