Scisserian Philosophy Things that are true that you wish you'd said, so you make a cartoon of yourself saying it.

by Lenska I started working on translating some of the poetry composed by Federico Garcia Lorca in 2022, mostly because I was never...

by Liz Teuber

by Danielle Brown Editors note: Here you have apparently divergent bits of a creative's life. Images of art, and image as art made by a...

by William Mollohan child the child in my soul wants to cry question cry argue fight stories untold I love you ...

by BK Herrington I’ve been asked to share with you, dear reader, how it is that the things I write come to be written by me. An exercise...

by Leena Kizilbash Contention Legislates Liberal tension, common purposes approach differences with dialogue Encased, evolved, empirical...

by Lenska I was thinking about words and signs when I found a tree, fallen in the woods. The bark peeled off the trunk and a convoluted,...

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by Richard Reynolds There are poppies amid growing grass Along the roadside bank; They hide the rock on which they grow. That rock is...

by Cécile Savage I touched your hand and held it in mine for a while. Your eyes were closed as if asleep. I was driving as smoothly as I...

by Chris Gallagher A card you sent last year Now and then I find the confetti that you put inside still on my floor here, or there Glinty...

by Carol Shillibeer The piece is titled "Reading Christ and Apollo". Should you want to experience it yourself here is the book as...

Editors note: this post has been updated. Check out the image below! A collaborative “found” poem by students in Ottawa Adult High School...

by Lenska Poetry to read in the laundromat and poetry to read somewhere else: Rimbaud does well on the plane. Japanese poets in my...

2 Poems METEOR WELCOMING COMMITTEE Hold on disease and disaster are in the orchestra the planet shivers in its skin its shroud and...

by Pearl Button I often dream in words. I woke up this morning with this poem in my head. I got up, wrote it down. Part of my practice is...

by Jennifer Sakamoto gift me a sanctuary where you can perfect paper with pen and i in your lap can read noting the ordering of words...