I wonder, oh how I wonder — not about your ability or your presence, though in truth, they do elicit reverence and admiration.
By Paul Stewart11 months ago in Poets
The sky thins out to porcelain and lead. Streetlights bloom early, halos soft and red. A hush drops low between the telephone wires.
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
We share one blood. We share one mind. We share one soul. We share one spirit. The backbone. The bones that keep us together and make us whole.
By Teguan Harris11 months ago in Poets
Unmasked by Rain The storm came down the narrow street, soft-footed, oddly sweet; It tapped on every shuttered thought and pooled around my feet.
In shadowed halls where heroines falter and flee, I pledge my heart to the queen of the night Her venomous charm spreads beautifully
By Clyde E. Dawkins11 months ago in Poets
Rust-Tasting Hope I’ve drunk from chipped enamel cups, from faucets lined with red, from pipes that coughed up yesterday and iron in the bread.
Every morning and night my cat stares at the moon. I walk into it as my day begins and she stares wanting me to come back soon.
By Joe Patterson11 months ago in Poets
dear halo of hers, did she let her hair down tonight? is her duvet still grey? do her eyebrows still tell on her? i guess what i'm trying to say to you is that you see her in ways i don't anymore. you hover above her city the way you do mine, with pale indifference. you are the impartial witness to how her name still quivers in my mouth.
By Daniel K11 months ago in Poets
To My One True Satellite – I placed night-blooming jasmines atop my coffee table last night in hopes that their sweet scent would swiftly sway upward
By Jose Antonio Soto11 months ago in Poets
Dearest Moon, You who wear silver wisdom upon your skin, You who pull the tides and cradle the secrets of women I write to you with reverence,
By Cadma11 months ago in Poets
I am tired in ways the sun can never warm, bones humming like streetlights that never turn off. They call it resilience and strength
Dear Moon, old lantern nailed into the sky, I write at last and wait for your reply. You’ve watched empires crumble into dust and stone,
