Bury Me Deep by Lynn White

Bury me deep in the tall meadow grass and bury me deep in your arms. Lie with me here in the sun ripening flowers where the blue of the sky hides the clouds. Bury me deep in your cool white sheets and kiss my eyes and my mouth. And as the warmth of your body... Continue Reading →

Desert Wind by Cara Feral

There is no romance in this land just tiny elf owlets begging in desperate chorus from their hollowed saguaro  for their mother’s catch and the ferocious beating of insect wings against the searing air like the dying gasp of an old plodding bass drum Everything is poisonous or stings or pricks or bites Behind the... Continue Reading →

Books by Meysa Addeh

I used to read books. For it is far better to drown in a novel than to drown in a cesspit of morose souls but I slipped became curious - drowned for a little while. But as I pick my book up on this bitter cold day. I am reminded of the trail of warmth... Continue Reading →

Poppie by Tony Pena

In the honey chocolate expanse of your eyes the husks of your tears seize like cut seeds of opium carried East on flurries from the Lakes , bearing such a bounty of beauty and courage but to leave one craving to share in your sparks of spunk and revel in the absolute pleasure of inhaling... Continue Reading →

Memento Mori by Saharsh Satheesh

Night drops like shadows when the sun abides, casting only darkness, without the outlines. But venture outwards, thousands of miles and, the dwarfed outline of yourself appears. For it is time and ego that anchors us to this world, and without light or shadows, never would we realize the inevitability of death. Photo by Pixabay... Continue Reading →

Rendering by Prarthana Vijayakumar

The apricot trees  hum their own melody falling in beat  to the levanter's symphony I utter hushed notes the silence of a doused fire. Photo by Markus Spiske on Pexels.com About the Poet: Prarthana Vijayakumar is a young poet whose work has recently appeared in Minute Magazine. Poetry serves as a window to her soul and... Continue Reading →

In Mind by Ellie Onka

catalpa, heart-shaped and boney your daddy died years ago, in redress of his mind, where I leave my fingers on the stone, and I’ll never see him, he is just a rock he is just a worm; you’ve been in my mind but never knew me, I tire; death is half the stradivarius of the... Continue Reading →

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