Fashion, Comfort and Cash by Don Matthews

I gotta wear the latest Latest coolest jeans Branded JonnyJumpup 300 and 15 I travelled all the op shops Found a pair of jeans Brand was gone, all faded 10 dollars and 15 So which of these two, people Fashion-wise, is cool? The three fifteen or ten fifteen? What is the guiding rule? Wear what…

Illusions Speak by Jeff Flesch

There is more to life than is seen illusions speak in tongues, and in dreams — casting hope towards the sky we collect particulars of dust from stars when they cry tears from underneath the depth of the unseen and the rest of the textiles sowed into our heart seams -JEFF FLESCH Jeff Flesch lives…

The Stew by Jay Maria Simpson

I smear the pot of stock and stew with mouldy turgid residue from half-filled bottles, dusty vessels of leftover infidelities angers, desires, gluttonies honey jars sweeten temptation retribution is revitalised blended deglazed reconstituted break the bread wash it through the boiling stew that spreads its gelatinous entrails into a sacrificial meal just for me and…

Silvery Moon by Jeff Flesch

I see you through a veil of words spoken underneath a silvery moon where time dances with itself leaving behind a pearly trail of majesty and of magic creating contexts of feelings, and of intellect between two lovers dancing to tunes of complete and incomplete underneath a starry scene -JEFF FLESCH Jeff Flesch lives in…

Everything is Possible but You by Francisco Bravo Cabrera

Everything I see around me I can reach and I can touch and I can feel its spiny bones, or caress its silken hair, or gently rub its warm, smooth skin and breathe its humid air, I can balance all equations in the sunshine as I lay upon the green grass of the river’s banks…

Junk Love by Nolcha Fox

She buried him in love to fill her empty heart. She brought home feral felines, puppies found in garbage bins, shadeless lamps and soiled sweats and moldy bread, whatever she could find. Her love was blind, rejected junk and child were the same to her. Discards piled higher, faster, than he could toss them out….

Death to Life by Akshita

The pyre was set and readyAs the sunflowers withered and diedMaking a way for me to treadLeading the way to raging flamesThat will burn my flesh,Consume me from withinEndowing me with the desideratumOf living in this new worldGuiding me to deathAnd thus to vigor and life -AKSHITA Please visit Anthology of Akshita’s Thoughts to read…

Humour Don’t Sell Papers by Don Matthews

I’ve just read today’s paper It’s full of doom and gloom Murders, killing, destruction, death Children being groomed Headlines blare out constantly SEX FIEND IS EXPOSED There’s so much negativity (The paper I have closed) Why can’t I read, enjoy myself? With lots of humour, rife Instead of being subjected to This gutter side of…

When Field Work is Done by Michael L. Utley

When field work is done and soil tells A tale of fragrant earth in russet tones When ground-mist hunkers in secluded dells And eventide descends upon the swells Of solemn and discordant distant bells I follow god-beams west, these tired bones Sun-gilded in the cool remains of day As fields pass beside the cobblestones And…

Sands of Our Glass by Joni Caggiano

alleys close renew moments jump parts of memories time moves like a slug warm flesh holding mine, a seagull rises red hair escapes tightly fitted bun sea salt sings prelude connecting dots with tiny freckles, laughing placing my pale hand on your heart it plays percussion, a drum circle completing the orbit flowers flow like…

Vision by Shobana Gomes

Does the world know what it means to have a vision? With dawn comes the rising Sun, As the calendar turns a page – it’s another new month. Somehow the world seems a little different, The flowers of autumn, The flowers of spring, There is a new vision to embark upon. I think nature has…

Crow Funeral by Britta Benson

Our rituals, mirrors of grief and self. We’re messengers of death, congregate souls in noise, then, fall quiet. Quiet. We leave gifts at the final resting places of family and friends. You brought a blade of grass. I, an acorn, a pebble, a feather. Feather. Black, and not just black. A shimmer, sleek, mysterious, darkness…

Clothed Secrets by Jeff Flesch

I walk a child with no home nor a place to lay down my load an imagination on center choreographed within a container of pain, of promise and of possibility a logical sequence cut from the cloth of the barest secrets of life, and of love and of the tears we romanticized when young -JEFF…

Full of Treasures by Joni Caggiano

treasures climb into my basket sun whispers, I capture with dew two wrens with a picnic for two a lone red berry from a holly tree anoles who are looking for heat pearls, riches found deep in the sea your heat in any winter’s night hiccups from a small toy poodle my words, I am…

Are you listening by Neha Singh

Are you listening? To the sounds of melancholy dangling from the corners of your bed, To the voices of those ghosts living in your nightmares, To the whispers of those words prohibited everywhere, To the sounds of the symphonies repeatedly echoing in your head. Are you listening? To the creaks of the floorboards which were…

Eschewing Pain by Jeff Flesch

Deep within I rest my eyes on the nature of the cosmos light, and dark relegated to the mist of their counterparts creating a strong sense of serendipity, and of serenity eschewing pain delivering hope and reminding us all to know when to let go -JEFF FLESCH Jeff Flesch lives in Corvallis, Oregon, and was…