Authors: Anon Benjamin K Herrington Elisabeth Horan Jennifer Sakamoto

by Richard Reynolds There are poppies amid growing grass Along the roadside bank; They hide the rock on which they grow. That rock is...

by Cécile Savage I touched your hand and held it in mine for a while. Your eyes were closed as if asleep. I was driving as smoothly as I...

by Chris Gallagher A card you sent last year Now and then I find the confetti that you put inside still on my floor here, or there Glinty...

by Carol Shillibeer The piece is titled "Reading Christ and Apollo". Should you want to experience it yourself here is the book as...

Editors note: this post has been updated. Check out the image below! A collaborative “found” poem by students in Ottawa Adult High School...

by Lenska Poetry to read in the laundromat and poetry to read somewhere else: Rimbaud does well on the plane. Japanese poets in my...

2 Poems METEOR WELCOMING COMMITTEE Hold on disease and disaster are in the orchestra the planet shivers in its skin its shroud and...

by Pearl Button I often dream in words. I woke up this morning with this poem in my head. I got up, wrote it down. Part of my practice is...

by Jennifer Sakamoto gift me a sanctuary where you can perfect paper with pen and i in your lap can read noting the ordering of words...

I write (or try very hard to) every day. I start with a journal entry. I’m a tad bad tempered, and I swear, so apologies in advance. This...

by Greg Harrell The Poet's Weekend today finds me in a Billy Collins or Ted Kooser state of mind— temporarily unmasked at a coffee shop...

by Lenska March 20, 2023 Photography: Lenska, Writing Desk: Inspiration and Sabotage. I live enamored with writing, and I live avoiding...

By Kristi Derkacy Chest There is a whole Universe inside my chest and my Heart is the Sun that neither rises nor sets But it does eclipse...

by Karen Winering thoughts tumble around ‘til the right combination sets my tired soul free

by Liz Teuber I’m awoken in the early morning hours by a profound thought and the need to pee. The thought quickly translates to a line...

by Carol Shillibeer

by M.S. the poet and the devil sat side by side at the cliffs above the sea with cold air between them and the devil spoke saying: if you...

March 19, 2023 – On A Sunday Morning Charles Simic’s book “The Life of Images” has been laying around my apartment since last week. I...