November 12, 2018
'Know Thyself' is the first principle for healing. These poems are part of Sascha's journey to personal healing and she hopes her readers will find solace in her poetry also.
On this autumn day, I’m very excited to tell you about a poetry projec...
October 16, 2018
'The rumour, / the hollowed out / cookie-cutter shape / does not define me: / don't bitch /
about my shadow'
- 'Heard it on the Grapevine', p.55
This is not a Spectacle: Extended Edition
Isabelle Kenyon
Fly on the Wall Poetry, 2017.
Isabelle Kenyon’s debut poetry collectio...
October 13, 2018
'He pops around in his spare time
to bring me something celestial
to put in one of my poems -
an angel's feather in a Jiffy bag,
a clutch of notes plucked from a lyre,
a zephyr in a Marmite jar'
'Reporting Back', p.49
From Where the Road Runs Out
By Gaia Holmes
Comma Press, 201...
July 23, 2018
GLENDO RESERVOIR
We put up the tents
in a thicket of pine and cedar
on a ridge overlooking the cove.
The site was secluded and quiet,
but later we drove to the beach,
with its hot sand and crowds.
In the white platinum heat
of a cloudless summer sky,
a feast of tanned,...
May 14, 2018
Another country,
another person
awake in a motel
listening to cars passing.
I am listening too.
Beyond, the night clerk
stares at a glowing
blue box, thinking
of all his decisions, hoping
half awake, for morning.
A lizard darts across
the dry stones
then turns to look
rig...
April 26, 2018
POST-SEX SNACK
I drag the knife across the skin
of a mango, travel the circumference
of its red-green shell, a bead
of juice seeping out at the seam.
Dig my fingers into the flesh,
break the fruit apart into uneven
halves. I hand one to you, lift the other
to my mouth...
October 4, 2017
August 31, 2017
August 20, 2017
'Nirvana or Mozart on the playlist,/four or five pillows to prop head upright,/can't hardly read even, scandal without books,/talking barely, coughing,/eye waver with dancing light visions'
'Silent Screams' p.30
Breathe Breathe
by Erin Sweet Al-Mehairi
Unnerving. June 20...
July 19, 2017
FULL
My wife cooked dinner for us
at our old kitchen stove -
just her and I.
Chicken cordon bleu
with green beans sautéed in bacon
we drank cold Sauvignon blanc.
Afterwards, outside in the dark,
we smoked cigars and drank wine
in the caress of the cool night.
In the shad...