I am Black
By Brenda Bell-McAdams — I am Black, undeniably, but beautiful? Well, I don't know. If the beauty of blackness is more a feeling than a knowing, then today
3 days ago
My Life With Cars
By Bruce D Snyder — My first wife’s Uncle David owned a car dealership. A WWII combat vet, he was ‘shell-shocked,’ which showed up occasionally when
6 days ago
A memory of Whyoma, a memory of hers
By Matthew Anderson — When she was a little girl, my grandmother Whyoma carried in her small hands a dish of water and minnows. The few minnows swam
Apr 27
Rhythms of Resistance
By Robert Martin — In the gritty alleys where shadows dance, amidst the chaos, a poetic trance. In a street fight's fray, words collide, verses as weapons,
Apr 24
The Colors of Love
By Marc Audet — What is the color of your love? Is it warm pink, like moist lips right before a first kiss? Or is it the hot red you feel when you are about to lose
Apr 21
Well: The Dive She Fears
By Nkosie — If only she should let loose and dive into the well. To swim toward the toll of the wedding bell.
Apr 18
Standing on a Lonely Beach
By Birdman313 — I stand on a lonely beach looking at footprints in the sand. Thousands of miles of the Bay can be seen. It seems to stretch out
Apr 15
Dog Night
By Jeremiah K Durick — Is the dog at the door trying to get back in or barking about one of those things that dogs warn about? Another animal,
Apr 12
Only Love and Tolerance
By Gail Epps — If only love and tolerance had been stronger over time. Then, like dinosaur flesh, any fear left on these bones would have disappeared
Apr 9
DIVINE PROPERTY
By Tim Gavin — No officer of law and order will bag my head, not even if I took to the streets, bare skin shivering, hurling curses at the invisible things
Apr 7
Yet
By Akshar Pujara — He opened the windows for me. He let the light in. It barely brushes my skin. The door stays closed. He hasn't come back.
Apr 4
Finding Faith amidst Crises
By Joyce Bou Charaa — Having faith during war, praying in the night while hearing sounds of explosions and airstrikes near my house was the
Apr 2
Connection On My Doorstep
By Debra Dolan — One of the unexpected gifts of moving cities has been doorstep delivery. Besides the delightful sound of hearing the early
Mar 27
A journey to the top of Europe
By Sandip Saha — A number of colorful gliders were coming down from hills. We were sitting on a bench enjoying ice cream beside a green lawn
Mar 24
Love like winter skies
By Royal W Rhodes — Sometimes the host beckoned inside to warm a moment, a little while, like a poem's brief address and then the door
Mar 21
Seeing Sylvia At The Nursing Home
By John Kaniecki — The perpetually empty soap dispenser stands like a solitary somber sentinel seeking with what it cannot provide. I wave
Mar 18
In Praise of Mania
By Marjorie Chesebro — One might say a mental illness is an exaggeration of what is already there, hidden beneath layers and layers of
Mar 16
Mom Won’t Answer The Door Anymore
By Dwight Jenkins — Not sure Mom why I thought you’d give me notice when you were ready to die. You’ve left a deep hole in my heart
Mar 13
Into a Morning Yawn
By Glenn Marchand — I was a child when it struck—through darkness, benighted, lights seemed dim, love wasn’t ideal. Maybe grateful for
Mar 10