FEATURED POSTS
The Feast of Hers
The Feast of Hers written by: MQ - When one is no longer alive but didn’t fully corrupt, when that face is stiffened...
The Inner Editor Speaks, But Not Quite
The Inner Editor Speaks, but Not Quite written by: Jane McCarthy Good poem, not perfect, as though...
Red’s Cafe
Red’s Cafe written by: Ernie Stricsek - On most days that it wasn’t raining or too cold, Pete and Lenny would shuffle...
Poetry
The Coal Miner’s Wife
The Coal Miner’s Wife written by: Jamie B Certainly. Here’s a more detailed and visceral version, focusing...
Iqbal’s Longing
Iqbal’s Longing written by: Sabahat Fida I glance at the lines etched deep in my palms Some...
The Melting Multiverse
The Melting Multiverse written by: Robyn MacKinnon progresses so fast the entire multiverse Melting into you ...
There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods
There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods a poem by: George Gordon Byron There is a pleasure...
The Inner Editor Speaks, But Not Quite
The Inner Editor Speaks, but Not Quite written by: Jane McCarthy Good poem, not perfect, as though...
LITERATURE
The Feast of Hers
The Feast of Hers written by: MQ - When one is no longer alive but didn’t fully corrupt, when that face is stiffened...
Spotlight On Writers – Michael Danese
Spotlight On Writers Michael Danese Where do you originate from? I was born in South Philadelphia, and...
Abandoned Things
Abandoned Things written by: Dmitry Berkut - His wife left in March. Since then, Francisco had begun collecting abandoned things...
The French Warbride
The French Warbride written by: Rosella Sims - The weather was cool for Paris, a moderate temperature of only 60 degrees...
