Poetry

Lullaby of a Naturalist || Jay Rafferty

by Jay Rafferty In the spring we couldn’t tell cicada screech from frog call.   Our flat perched over a sewer stream, a…

Two Poems || Camille Daytona

by Camille Daytona horseshow I  sometimes I think up names: Mia, Sc arlett, Sam. but I will stay a childless mother— be…

Waning || Sadiq Abdulsalam

by Sadiq Abdulsalam last night, i caught a silver-grey strand of hair lodged in the bristles of my hairbrush, i tried n…

Emancipation of Pride || Frank Njugi

by  Frank Njugi About the ‘Blues’ at first light / With the mist at dawn/ This, an awakening of sorts / His, a story …

Losing Eden || Swapna Sanchita

by Swapna Sanchita Last year, she told me, “Mia, do you know I can fly?”  Her eyes sparkled, naughtily, full of that …

Beyond Dreich Weather || Ceinwen Haydon

by Ceinwen Haydon Drizzle and fog will soon give way to ice and snow, or so the forecast says. I walk Ross sands in fre…

Preoccupation || Vicky MacDonald Harris

Your hand twitched past mine as we walked through the cemetery looking at roses and the future as the doves convened …

Two Poems || Jeffrey Zable

DEAR POET Of the 300 or 400 words in your poem I was ‘moved’— for lack of a better word—by one word that you used. The …

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