July 10, 2026Published by Michael C. Paul at July 10, 2026Categories PoetryEscapeI’ve broken free, escaped, and found my way into a maze of books and magazines. No minotaur shall hunt me in this place.
July 6, 2026Published by Ramesh Dohan at July 6, 2026Categories PoetryThe FoolSomewhere nearby A pigeon coos A sinuous speech above me As I lie sprawled on my bed Near the windowpane Where sunlight still spells warmth…
July 4, 2026Published by Paula Frew at July 4, 2026Categories PoetryA Small-Town FourthBarbeques are manned by men in their fresh, well-manicured lawns while laughing children play freeze tag, babies recline in Mom’s embrace, and hotdogs populate every plate.
June 27, 2026Published by Paula Frew at June 27, 2026Categories Poetry PTSD Awareness DayIn War and In PeaceIn war, our soldiers fight, and they die while we pray, and we cry…
June 26, 2026Published by RJ Clarken at June 26, 2026Categories PoetryEpigraphs and Epigrams I like that epigram’s a short or witty aphorism sort, that’s meant to make a reader laugh. It’s not a thing with epigraph.
June 22, 2026Published by Lynn White at June 22, 2026Categories PoetryWhite MoonPerhaps the dark time was passing even before the moon scoffed
June 21, 2026Published by Necia Campbell at June 21, 2026Categories Poetry Summer SolsticeFading Light Shuns the Dream’s EmbraceEnchantment swirls on this, the shortest night as moon glow’s humid breath among the trees —
June 21, 2026Published by Ken Gosse at June 21, 2026Categories Father's Day PoetryA Good Day to Be Me (Father’s Day)Father’s Day. Another way to older get — and yet, I bet we feel younger with a hunger thinking of the ones we love...
June 21, 2026Published by Paula Frew at June 21, 2026Categories Father's Day PoetryCatch and ReleaseGet up before dawn with bright beams, hunting worms. Gather rods and reels. Bobbers and hooks make the tackle complete.
June 21, 2026Published by Mary Derringer at June 21, 2026Categories Father's Day PoetryTo My Father on Father’s DayA million times, I needed you. A million times, I cried. If love alone could have saved you, you never would have died.
June 18, 2026Published by Ramesh Dohan at June 18, 2026Categories PoetryThe HermitThe late hours of the night are for poets, owls and toads some who fill pages with poems, pensive and rotund
June 13, 2026Published by Michael J LaFrancis at June 13, 2026Categories Poetry ReligiousMy Guiding LightBrothers, sisters we are called. With these words, a beacon of hope was being built. Mom believed;