Weaving || by Marc Isaac Potter
______________ the entire morning was held in a basket, like the kind that would have been woven by my Aunt …
______________ the entire morning was held in a basket, like the kind that would have been woven by my Aunt …
_____________ We sat in the sea oats after sunset smoking cigarettes & laughing. He told me about girls…
Can you see in this poem the hopes and dreams Of a nation packed and sealed up in bulk and then kept as th…
I fell for the trap of believing Chekhov is universal during the second day of my practicum. when I picked …
Seated under a black scaled tree whose leaves shiver, fall and rustle in tonight's billowing wind …
Brethren, I've vacated this home of chaos you'd call life/ friends shouldn't pat me on the back &am…
Make cheating your favorite And put secret at your safety Let lies be the fuel To your love vehicle …
dear grief, I didn't leave you at the docks because I forgot you I didn't walk with scraggy legs m…
We sit in cancer ward unworried about covid-19, possessed by a more consuming foe. We do not look at others…
THE UNWANTED CHILD Dumped in the waste bin/ Amidst the filthy garbages/ Disposed like an egg timber/ Boiled wit…
Perfect Insecurities Digress beautiful lady, Consumed by insecurity Blinded by media Don’t fall to obscuri…
||| ||| ||| Cover Image Credit: ©Yula Schuster MEET THE POET: …
Lord, i know it's a sin to speak against my country, to write about a country that has never mourned fo…
As a scientist, you said you studied Darwin So I shall remind you of our origin— the seed from which our lo…
Flawless Morning I began this poem with A flash of memory, Stressing the cries of yesterday's laceratio…
The Watchtower ‘Shattering’ is the only word she ever spoke to me, her daughter. She lived in its shadow.…
I squeeze a smile into the mouth of this poem, it's bitter: if not, it won't vomit these lines th…
Burns Blue conversation – placing words with some care, some intention, like bracken to guttering and half…
Calling in the Dark Can you hear this sound through the thick do you sense the tremor of a dying soul may …
Death Leaves Something Behind I did not spend much time wondering why his coat was at your house, only that it…