sometimes the words jump around and the letters are backwards when I read out loud I try to keep up with the moving words as though they’re on a treadmill but my pace has to match its speed immaculately  but usually I fall too fast or too slow and even if it’s just right my... Continue Reading →

FACTS: You and I, three minutes old, Your dark expression jeers At me as though set in a trance. You sniff me out, You peck at my soul You mock my skin, With your piercing eyes.   My innocence insists back ever so quietly While you accuse me of trying to filch That ratty old... Continue Reading →

I hold you both in the shadow of a bright crescent, though you have passed through fire and dust.  Once we were three hearts, the night gathered us,  and our fingers touched. One taken from me in blood and a haze of sleep; and now, everything from words, from breath, from our forgotten clay. I empty... Continue Reading →

These memories are a pavement Going on uninterrupted for miles, Wet with the rain, beautiful from Afar and slippery when trodden. They are where I slip and fall each Night and where I awaken each Morning, getting myself up and Continuing to walk this sidewalk That goes on and on yet leads me Nowhere but... Continue Reading →

They could feel the light diminishing as they slid closer to each other and when they were engulfed in darkness they knew that they had finally cut loose. Photo by Alex Kozlov on Pexels.com About the Poet:John D Robinson is a UK poet: hundreds of his poems have appeared in print and online: he has... Continue Reading →

Decades have flown by like comets in the thick darkness of unknown spaces leaving a gentle tail of magical sands. He continues his steadfast journey carefree through a dragnet of faces without features, robots in a crowd. Dim tales slowly vanish upon the cosmos; will they subsist long enough to be captured by the eyeless... Continue Reading →

My father stood beside the wilted orange tiger lilies on the side of our house. So small and fragile compared to the grand spectacle in the sky. A meteor shower, a celestial trajectory of cosmic debris. Thousands, bright and fast, cascaded from the infinite galaxy to Earth. Earth, where my father and I stood, awestruck.... Continue Reading →

The Canadian canoe submerged as we got in too clumsily. The cushions, brought thoughtfully for comfort were soaked along with everything else. Then we discovered that we were unable to co-ordinate our paddling so moving along the narrow canal in a straight line was impossible. Thus we made slow progress. And then we came to... Continue Reading →

I encountered death at eight. Not people death, that happened at ten. Fish death, and autopsy, and undertaking.   My grandmother, a petit but wiry thing, would knead leftover oatmeal into balls. These I gently inserted into a minnow trap, walked it down the dock and lowered away. Minnows entered and ate their last meal.... Continue Reading →