I Need You by Marius Alexandru

Every night I dream your kisses, Your gentle touches and your sweet perfume, Last summer’s endless, silent blisses, Your magic eyes, your youthful bloom. I can feel your hand in my ruffled hair, The love that’s coming from your moving lips, Do you want that love with me to share, and to sail forever in... Continue Reading →

Dust by Tobias Maxwell

The dust on my shelves reflects a life of its own, A flecked veneer whose pallor suggests time. Where did it go, it seems to say, How was it, the journey to get us here? Was the faltering anyone’s to blame? I had you pegged for more than this, The cluttered messiness implies— More than... Continue Reading →

Addiction by Leon Stevens

Addiction is a hand On your back Pushing you forward Without regard For the crowd Addiction covers your eyes So that you cannot see The harm being done Addiction plugs your ears And makes you oblivious Addiction shushes you When you try to ask for help Addiction is strong Until you face it Unblinking Unmoving... Continue Reading →

Mound by Robert Beveridge

The mound had never been there before when we pulled in and parked in the field behind my house. You had never been there before, either, and you laughed, saying your life was in my hands. The mound looked so small in the middle of the field, so innocent, untouched yet by human feet. We... Continue Reading →

Invisible by Lynn White

For a long time, such a long time, invisibility has ironed out the creases in my soul, so I can hide, so I can decide if I want to be seen. I was always hiding. But now invisibility hides me even from myself. It imagines my future as it has distorted my past, separated me... Continue Reading →

Ode to Memory by Diana Raab

From the moment I rise in the morning how I remember everything— where my slippers sleep, how to get downstairs, where to find my dog and how to brew my coffee. I love to remember my first coffee in a Parisian café with grandpa at age sixteen— strong espresso and sugar cube, and how the... Continue Reading →

Verities 2 by Sanjeev Sethi

Gush of a guttersnipe requires no response. Growing up is knowing when to tune out. I may have all the mantras: lucid explanations. Honestly speaking, it still hurts. Photo by Andrew Neel on Pexels.com About the Poet: Sanjeev Sethi is published in over thirty countries. His poems have found a home in more than 350 journals... Continue Reading →

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