Will Not Get With the Times by Bogdan Dragos

he just wanted to write Very old-school character Used pencils and paper But the city wouldn’t let him. The city outside his four walls stood like a sea of noise against his dreams “Listen,” his wife said, “these days they don’t even accept snail mail submissions. You have to get with the times. It’s done…

First Feet by Don Matthews

If you like my humourAnd think I’m worth a readHop in with your feet firstYou are a dying breed If you’re into doom and gloomDon’t think I’m worth a readGo ahead I don’t careProcreate your breed OK my humour can beStrange, sometimes offbeatBut if you think I’m worth a readThen jump in with first feet…

Sometimes You Just Have to Kill ‘em by Bogdan Dragos

watching the rain fall against the window while listening to whiskey blues and thinking about her and how great it would’ve been if she were still alive Only the whiskey is missing and the cigarette and the willpower to admit that she never existed in the first place. Not outside the pages of the book…

Most Subjective Industry of All by Bogdan Dragos

“Some poets are lucky,” he said. “And others simply aren’t. Remember, as long as we talk about the publishing industry it’s all about luck. Like, yeah, go ahead and name one, just one industry that is more subjective, or just as subjective as the publishing industry. I bet you can’t.” “Um, fashion industry?” I said…

I’ve Failed as a Poet Again by Don Matthews

I’m sitting in the cafe again It’s hopeless, don’t know what to write I’m doing my usual look-looking around But there’s no ideas coming in sight So what does a poet do lacking ideas? With me it’s to internalise To turn on myself, make the neurons go round See what they can bring me, surprise…

Ravens Flying On Wings by Jeff Flesch

the curtains, pulled tight, made of silk, and reminiscent of the night, reminds me of a time, before transgression, and possessions of body and mind, the duality of all, a kind, and gentle love… rich as the heavens are deep, broad, and glistening, ravens flying on wings of courage seep into time fleeting, yet still…

Publish-Time by Don Matthews

Publishers today don’t seem to Like the written rhyme They say it’s out of fashion to go Rhyming all the time I think of William Shakespeare, Yeats Their work was full of rhyme And if they were alive today They would lack publish-time Today there’s little teaching how To grow the art of rhyme Into…

When You Get to My Age by Don Matthews

When you get to my age You say just what you think What others think don’t bother you Rinky dinky dink When you get to my age I write down what I want Don’t care about the colour Don’t care about the font You hurry and put down on page What’s inside your head ‘Cause…

Poetry and Me by Don Matthews

Poetry to me’s About pulling emotions Sad, happy, angry Concocting life potions Sometimes the potion’s Concocted with sad Draws at the heartstrings (We’re not all iron-clad) Sometimes the potion’s Concocted with fun Blues and dark shadows Get scared off, and run Then there’s the potion That pulls anger out Extreme emotions The writer’s about Doesn’t…

Writing by Stephen Allen

The internal tempest rages on From pen to roiling page Unbound, left to rend and tear Without thought or care Rant and rave, hear and there Burdens too much to bear Words of hope lust and fear As the end of the page draws near -STEPHEN ALLEN (Stoic Poetry) Stephen Allen currently resides in Austria…