Trying to Write – by TIM TIPTON

Trying to Write   I reached deep into a empty well  with questions, not words   Questions such as  will I ever write again?   My body cries to lie down  but my heart refused to obey   I struggled to form  anything from the pen   The house was quiet like the backyard  so…

Sleeping Beauty – by MARISSA LaPorte

Sleeping Beauty   In an attempt of suicide She pricked her thumb On that lonely spindle A drop Of virgin blood And the deal was done Rather than sweet release She fell into a deep sleep Cursed with another breath Worse than a violent death They ripped out her tongue Scooped out her eyes Taped…

Poetry Collection – by LINDA M. CRATE

without the sea   you peeled away me so there was only you, and the gnawing tiredness of bones; you made me weak and weary and tired and sad and angry all at once there was no escape from this blind crawling like a baby sea turtle i was fighting against the birds and sand…

Poetry Collection – by KEN ALLAN DRONSFIELD

Diabolical Nature   That little spider moved quickly into my small cabin on the lake. Through a slight crack by the door I stared, undaunted, eerie but inquisitive as it slowly began weaving a lovely web. I thought of all the cans of bug spray and repellents waiting in the back room but I was…

Poetry Collection – by AVALON GRAVES

Broken Mirrors and Black Cats   I am the breeze that haunts your midnight’s, the last twinkle of hope in your sky. As darkness falls you fall for me and wonder why… A black cat hissed at you this morning, you cursed my name and kept walking. The phone rang- it was you calling. I…

Something – by THOM YOUNG

Something something isn’t right the trash trucks are late the neighbor’s dog isn’t barking its head off its name is Pepper but I heard one of them call it Jack everyone around here is a poet or claims to be and there’s no way out no chance you’ll never find love in the city but…

Tesco’s Is Not The Same Without You – by PAUL TRISTRAM

  Tesco’s Is Not The Same Without You He stands at the bargain section, half-cut, frowning deeply but still wishing upon hopeless stars. An 8 pack of beer, toilet roll & some boil-in–the-bag food fill his single man’s basket. Unwashed in over a week, drained & lethargic to the very core. Whilst she’s pulling into…

The Window Washer – by MATTHEW LAWLER

The Window Washer There’s a man who washes windows along Western Avenue. Seemingly irrational, he blurts stories about giant pythons circling his steps, Latching on his flesh, choking every breath as blood spurts from his nostrils. His awkward stance resembles an avalanche of some sorts, Disheveled by the devils he snorts. Entangled in the cobwebs…

if you wait for it it goes – by ROBIN WYATT DUNN

if you wait for it it goes thrown overboard by poems and stones and roves of onions   a thwack in the ass bumping you outdoors:   beard me for the broken hour and field me for the fast of the sky bind me to a steed and set me free I’ll howl over your…

A Girl I Once Knew (Las Vegas Rains) – by FRANCIS FLANAGAN

A Girl I Once Knew (Las Vegas Rains) Francis Flanagan     A young woman awakens slowly   to the endless searing Vegas sun.   She sleeps in a confined space,    on a cardboard box, spread out,     with only a tarp for a blanket,   behind a foul blue dumpster,    behind…