Continuing Helen lives on an island, a sandy petal. War comes. She makes her meals, sells what she can in her small shop, sits with the moon, a sick child, waits. About the Poet: Kenneth Pobo has a... Continue Reading →
It was a daunting task to select just six poems. But after carefully reviewing all the wonderful poems we’ve had the honor of publishing, we finally made our selection for this year’s Pushcart Prize Nominations. Our congratulations to all six... Continue Reading →
Lost The years dropped off like brittle leaves, crab-walking sideways in scuttle, windblown and pocked. I heard the crunch underfoot, on peppermint gum splattered sidewalks, dusted in yesterday’s hopscotch. Freckled moons have lit the way home and I return tired... Continue Reading →
The Only Sound Cacophony is a reminder, we exist. I search for the Sun ray behind it. Wherever I find, I find it with a stretch and stretches are never sad - Smiles at you; at me and that, the... Continue Reading →
Baby Teeth I knew this brave, brave boy through his mother's Facebook posts. She's my husband’s second cousin, worlds removed. The pain malignancy inflicts traverses time and space. It lingers like stale smoke, and hides behind the cheerful poses, brightly... Continue Reading →
The Kiss ++++++ “a kiss ++++++ on the lips of an invisible god ++++++ love ++++++ just in time to save us” +++++++++++ -disembodied poetics They were all saved by it, She and the bird and the boy and the... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 