Nettle Soup A poem by N.L. Holmes Nettle Soup Tired of fighting the invincible invaders with their numbing stun-guns, I decide to eat them. Nettle soup is on the menu. Pick them gloved, boil them thrice – sounds like witch’s... Continue Reading →
My Mum’s Singing A poem by Holly Payne-Strange My Mum’s Singing I love my mum’s singing. She has more enthusiasm Than talent, But to be fair, she has a whole lot of Enthusiasm. I’m convinced she has a tiramisu soul,... Continue Reading →
Felt Meaning A poem by John Ziegler Felt Meaning It may arise from a painting. After words have spoken color, texture, contrast, when there is still more. A memory nudged, a childhood moment that deer drinking from a mountain stream... Continue Reading →
During the Bath A poem by Bracha K. Sharp During the BathIn the bath, I drew the water Nearer to me, in little waves— My feet looked warped, so small, But I worried what would Happen—would I see the Rain... Continue Reading →
How would you play if you knew you could win? A poem by Emilie Lygren How would you play if you knew you could win? When it’s a video game you keep trying even after every effort fails. Of course... Continue Reading →
It feels like blood or Clouds that Cannot Cry A poem by Theodore Browne It feels like blood or Clouds that Cannot Cry I walk into the local supermarket, 6 th and Elm. Hopeful. This sunny afternoon, only a few... Continue Reading →
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