Is it so strange after two years, still no peace with your leaving? The horizon never moves, lying quietly in its bed of distant scars and slants. I look above the tension wires over the sky darkening at four o'clock. The wire leads somewhere, brings something into a house where the cabinets are stocked with... Continue Reading →

The stars are naked And when they cast their eyes down upon me, Tossed like a million dice, I shiver in my clothes and blankets – Wishing I could be concealed. Photo by Andre Moura on Pexels.com About the Poet: John Tustin is currently suffering in exile on the island of Elba but hopes to... Continue Reading →

The storm’s fireworks will be nothing by midnight. So quiet, you’ll hear the worms in the soil, the ants in the rafters. For an hour or so, the world will be in the sky, flashing and pounding, pissing down like a locker-room of giants. But later, when clouds drift away, the night becomes transparent all... Continue Reading →

Here at the periphery of chaos my longing surrenders into the slant shadows [ earnestly] There in the middle of hatr'd my voice stops on a numb'd note [ weightlessly] In a graceless reign where my way I am losin' [ effortlessly] by a shackl'd ray. In a dried desert where my sighs are hangin'... Continue Reading →

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 →

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 →

She woke in the midst of a vanishing darkness to feel but the irresistible pull of the dark entity like an incubus upon her womb it crushed her soul with the power of infinity. Galaxies gathered upon her breast chasing the breath from the gentle soul as she held her arms in a plea for... Continue Reading →

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 →

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 →

my soul chained with fears caged in a dark place cries with sorrowful tears down my pale, hollow face the notes of my song die before even being born my broken wings cannot fly deep in my heart, I can feel this sharp, constant thorn I dream of a new land the land of the... Continue Reading →