Therapy by Don Matthews

I have a stack of poems, (thoughts) Need to get off my chest And now I have a website Can offload weak (and best) It doesn’t matter what they are It is my therapy Which every writer wants to do With me? it’s poetry There is the constant tug-of-war Write for myself or you? This…

Buy Me by Bharath Upendra

Trust and belief are two ends of a straight line. You trust someone, you have faith in them; they break your trust, you lose faith. When you believe in someone though, no matter how many times they break your trust, you still have faith in them. In a way, faith is the currency of trust….

Soul’s Sojourn by Jeff Flesch

People sit around a table speaking from broken hearts mended by a solution to the soul’s sojourn, a road without a destination unfolds among flowers littered up, and over the hills of hearts taking shape, among traps, and forested- mistakes lies the awakening of each soulmate -JEFF FLESCH Jeff Flesch lives in Corvallis, Oregon, and…

My Tigers by Britta Benson

The things I see, the things I think, dream, imagine, which ones are real? Which ones are more real? The things I see, are, for me. The things I think, dream, imagine, are, for me. Even my tigers. If I pack them into the box of language, can I make you see them too? Can…

Nowhere Slow by Bogdan Dragos

Oh God, here she comes again by my window with her dog on a leash and now the noise begins It’s not barking. I wish it was barking but instead it’s crying, making those whimpering sounds children make when they try to hold a cry in The full cry of some creatures is like the…

A Weathered Storm by Lauren Ham

The builder wavers, small and lost A storm it swells inside A lonely, scary, forlorn place Where confusion stifles cries Winds they howl their restless tune So loud the echo felt in ears A circling hurricane of thoughts Sweeps up scattered fears Amongst them swirls the sharp debris Ancient scraps from depths arise To twist…

You Can Have Her by Dawn Pisturino

The call came in on his office landline.        “Tony Blackwell?  We want two million dollars in small bills, or your wife eats a bullet.”        Tony laughed.  “She’s a whore.  I don’t give a damn about her.  Do you know how many times she’s cheated on me?”        “Hey, man, I’m sorry, but she’s…

Pieces of Me by Coach Barnes

I’ve spent years giving you pieces of me…trying to fix what was broken in you…on your behalf.  Trying to heal you from your wounds and damages Dodging anger in you unleashed on me due to your insecurities.  Healing your trauma from low self esteem. While you spent years gaslighting me.  I’ve spent years giving you…

Slaughter by Tony Ashenden

And their vacant eyes; to me dull, relative brother-like, unto my blood. Lesser and labelled more the beast for being servant, yet I fear I fit my moulding them too perfectly. To moo  and peer moronically alive  cross thicket hedge, un-decides the place of puppet and the master, their voices turn the thicket’s harsh of…

Emily Dickinson Untitled 1 by Don Matthews

Oh to write like Emily – Dickinson – I mean Metaphoric genius Rarely ever seen Every line a puzzle Waiting to unwind Taut with strange intensity Created in her mind Emily is hard to Understand at first What’s this line here meaning? What’s this mean – this verse? Choosing to be solitary Her only friend…

Self and Love by Bharath Upendra

The words we’ve said, the things we did The people we’ve met, the places where we hid We lose them all on our way towards the end  We’re busy telling ourselves it’s okay, every mile we cross is a new beginning. Neither sad nor happy, we pay no heed to the dead or the living….

Misty Morning by Jeff Flesch

nature speaks to my heart held up with frozen, and fractured feelings developed over long travails of windy nights and misty morning melancholy the antithesis of a sun rising over the horizon and within my heart knowing you’ve always been there and will never depart -JEFF FLESCH Jeff Flesch lives in Corvallis, Oregon, and was…

Nostalgia by Shobana Gomes

The shimmer of the setting sun glistens against crimson clouds, its façade, unblemished. The lighthouse stands regal, as a stoic witness. The waters create a contrasting veneer on an evening of nostalgia. Nothing can disturb its peace, not even eager tides beating against quiet sands. People have walked, embracing, on those tacit sands. There came…

For Courage by Bogdan Dragos

“Getting drunk to write is stupid,” she said, “not to mention utterly pathetic.” And I said, “Yeah, I agree.” “Good. Then why are you drinking now?” “Well…” Shit, she got me. There was nothing I could say. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. There was still so much about existence that I…

Wounds by Sheereen Fatima

There are shadows haunting my dream. The blood drips laced in ice. The fire within, a trembling leaf, I coil in my shell away from the light in the tumultuous sea. It rains horror and acid burning my parched skin. There are unhealed wounds with little lives taking their origin. I am broken, wounded, barren,…