February 13, 2024Published by Renee Cronley at February 13, 2024Categories Blog PoetryWhen I Became a Modern WomanI swallowed anything my parents gave me as long as it tasted sweet. You do not see how I’ve grown fierce
February 6, 2024Published by Mary Kennelly at February 6, 2024Categories Blog PoetrySharp EdgesI’m more stone inside than flesh now, a danger to myself and you. You do not see how I’ve grown fierce.
February 3, 2024Published by CLS Sandoval at February 3, 2024Categories Blog PoetryJust Taking Out the TrashNana assured me that her faith was as strong as ever
January 30, 2024Published by Janet McCann at January 30, 2024Categories Blog PoetrySenior“He unlocked his word-hoard.” That must mean something still. And so must my forebears, who used different languages…
January 28, 2024Published by RP Verlaine at January 28, 2024Categories PoetrySkywalker 4Twirling wide circles to approving stares then climbs a rope in the spotlight’s bright hue laser hot but she’s a prism revealed.
January 27, 2024Published by Savannah Hernandez at January 27, 2024Categories PoetryForgotten BurialsHow the Earth Blankets our History by Chapters Archeologists are Worms and Bugs and Burrowing Creatures…
January 24, 2024Published by Kushal Poddar at January 24, 2024Categories Blog PoetryLoneliness Gardens LonelinessYou looked at me. I sprawl like a spoilt garden at the estuary of spring.
January 20, 2024Published by Peggy Heitmann at January 20, 2024Categories Blog PoetryI Drank From The Well Of DisbeliefDoctors frowned at me as they admonished: Be sure you get your mammograms every year. The fibrous tissue is very dense with calcium deposits. We need a mammo every year for comparison.
January 15, 2024Published by Gene Goldfarb at January 15, 2024Categories Blog PoetryTo the Tune of….but you also forget the names of acquaintances, people you knew things you were good at, national and state capitals…
December 31, 2023Published by Sue Cook at December 31, 2023Categories Holidays PoetryThe Snow’s New Year MessageI breathe and release the “now” for the true moment. The snow swirls rapidly around me whispering poems until I am lost in a personal snow storm.
December 30, 2023Published by Mary Kennelly at December 30, 2023Categories PoetryWhat Then?What if I accept that I am, as you say, too much? Too much of stomach and too much of sag…
December 29, 2023Published by Rita Mock-Pike at December 29, 2023Categories PoetryConcerto, World PremiereLike melting mountain tops to dehydrated souls, aching, yearning, parched beyond repair, resting below in pools of sorrow,