What I Shouldn't Have Said |
Kim Schroeder | |
In a Mirror Made only for Her |
John Magee | |
Spring Of Hope |
Valerie McKinley | |
Violets are Blue |
Sandy Sue Benitez | |
Another Poem of Little Substance |
Corey Mesler | |
Blue |
Al Ferber | |
My Perfect Date |
Garry Jones | |
As If In August |
L. Ward Abel | |
O Sweet |
Karen Corcoran Dabkowski | |
Defying the Inevitable |
Simon Murphy | |
Danseuse ŕ La Fenętre |
Luigi Pagano | |
The Painters and I |
Laala Kashef Alghata | |
Cloud Horse |
Christian Ward | |
The Weight of my Skin |
Sandy Sue Benitez | |
I am a Head |
Deborah Rey | |
A Day in the Life |
Christine A. Clatworthy | |
Speak Softly |
Sharon Haley | |
Flop Turn River |
Lucy Kavanagh | |
The Discarded |
L. Ward Abel | |
Ode to Trousers |
John Magee | |
Solder |
Christian Ward | |
Three days since you left |
Josie Abram | |
Ode to Sand Dunes |
Paul A. Freeman | |
Slab on a Subway Car |
Janet P. Hildreth | |
Still Life |
Al Ferber | |
Flames |
Garry Jones | |
Sonnet To My Father |
Valerie McKinley | |
Dungeon of Mediocrity |
Janet P. Hildreth | |
Clockwork Lament |
Simon Murphy | |
The Intruder |
Sharon Haley | |
Grapes |
Kim Schroeder | |
Dali’s Rose |
Laala Kashef Alghata | |
Cornflowers in Early Summer |
Josie Abram | |
A life more ordinary |
Christine A. Clatworthy | |
Night Stalkers |
Valerie McKinley | |
The Well |
Christian Ward | |
The Thirsty Beast From Galaxy X |
John Magee | |
Ain't |
Karen Corcoran Dabkowski | |
Saturday Morning |
L. Ward Abel | |
Bonfire of Insanity |
Janet P. Hildreth | |
Death, “Goodnight” |
Laala Kashef Alghata | |
The Unexpected Gift |
Garry Jones | |
Coming Home |
Sharon Haley | |
Tomorrow's Fossils |
Paul A. Freeman | |
Symbolism in Great American Folktales |
Corey Mesler | |
At the Museum This Week |
Josie Abram | |
Through Frosted Pane |
Christine A. Clatworthy | |
I.C.E. |
Simon Murphy | |
Mr Fixit |
Kim Schroeder | |
Let's |
Karen Corcoran Dabkowski | |
The Day Has Come |
Allen Ansell |
I took her to the Pictures
Bought her some Dolly Mixtures
This ones easily pleased
I was expecting a box of chocolates;
at the least! ...
A world awash with war,
I drifted in with scent of death
and springtime showers
that lingered,
life support rationed
and formed into
queues of necessity...
been pronounced guilty
of still enjoying
the fruits of a prolonged
adolescence
still enjoying the miracle
of wet dreams ...
Wretches from the torrent bowels of Earth,
Gather at the appointed hour of this day.
Rejoicing in the lying demon’s wicked mirth,
The penitent shall have their Sabbath fey.
The thirsty beast from Galaxy X
landed on earth without his specs
His mission he knew was abundantly clear
to raid all the breweries and steal all the beer...
Looks a lot like you, doesn't she? Even that mole, by her left earlobe.
Must have wanted a clone of you, the bastard and when I met her in the pub
could have scratched her eyes out. Wouldn't have done a scrap of good though,
that's why I kept my cool...