Staff Picks

  • V. Plut
    Published 22 days ago
    A Race of Poets

    A Race of Poets

    Human beings are a race of poets — some of us develop this trait fully while others of us are content to walk through life without a thought to the world that surrounds us. We have the capacity to see nature and the world around us as something more than meets the eye. Some see this human trait as biological, simply a series of synapses firing or connecting when we view a scene in nature or think abstractly, but some see it as a spiritual endeavor outside of biology that we develop in order to transcend everyday existence. Either way, it is a quality unique to humans.
  • V. Plut
    Published 2 months ago
    If Basho Owned a Camera

    If Basho Owned a Camera

    Matsuo Kinsaku, or Basho, as he is more commonly known, born 1644 in Japan, considered to be the master of Haiku poetry, would today perhaps take a liking to the camera, especially the iphone and smaller mirrorless cameras. They could easily have been transported in his backpack on a trip into the north country of Japan — but would it have changed his poetry?
  • Bryana Fern
    Published 4 months ago
    Poetry of the Lizard King

    Poetry of the Lizard King

    You may know him as Mr. Mojo Risin, the psychedelic rock god of The Doors or you may know him as just a disturbing and strange artist who joined the famed 27 Club with his death on July 3, 1971. Both accounts would be true. Love him or hate him, James Douglas Morrison created a counter culture movement of rage that filled the 60s in stark opposition to the positive message of love from contemporaries John Lennon. Instead, Morrison tapped into the collective conscious of a generation enraged and disturbed by its wars and conspiracies and failures. Its betrayals.
  • Sierra Lynn
    Published 5 months ago
    6 Ways I Overcome Writers Block When it Comes to Poetry.

    6 Ways I Overcome Writers Block When it Comes to Poetry.

    When it comes to writing, words usually come pretty easy. As true as this statement may be everyone gets hit with cinder blocks that may prevent them from creating a masterpiece.
  • Anna-Alexia Basile
    Published 6 months ago
    dancing air

    dancing air

    how does one describe
  • Kylee Cheyanne
    Published 8 months ago
    Sonnet Three...
  • Don Lax
    Published 8 months ago
    Endless Ocean of Love

    Endless Ocean of Love

    How would it feel to float
  • Chantelle Wynta
    Published 8 months ago
    You hurt me the most...When I said No

    You hurt me the most...When I said No

    Readers discretion please be advised - This poem's nature and language might cause upset or trigger.
  • Kris Leliel - Authentikei
    Published 8 months ago
    Prose of The Fool

    Prose of The Fool

    The first step is the hardest. Could it be because there’s no more land beneath your feet after that first step? The dog is barking with urgency, while your heart is beating with passion, and your foot hovers over a ledge taunting gravity and fate. Calling you The Fool isn’t an insult to your bravery nor an applause. You are pure adrenaline, you are the heart falling into the stomach, the stomach jumping into the throat. You might be naive or tired of everyone calling you what you’re not. You’re just The Fool facing this new beginning that may have been by Chance, but that’s no reason to pass it up.