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Two Black Dresses by Jonathan FerriniEvery day at three o’clock as the afternoon sun fought through the dusty windows an...
06/07/2026

Two Black Dresses by Jonathan Ferrini

Every day at three o’clock as the afternoon sun fought through the dusty windows and the high school down the street let out, a teenage girl would slip quietly into the boutique....

Every day at three o’clock as the afternoon sun fought through the dusty windows and the high school down the street let out, a teenage girl would slip quietly into the boutique. She never spoke, n…

Centering by Jim BatesSpringtimePlanting radish seedsDiligently wateringCarefully caringEmergingPeeking through the rich...
06/04/2026

Centering by Jim Bates

SpringtimePlanting radish seedsDiligently wateringCarefully caringEmergingPeeking through the rich soilFlourishingEnticing honeybees…...

SpringtimePlanting radish seedsDiligently wateringCarefully caringEmergingPeeking through the rich soilFlourishingEnticing honeybeesGently buzzingHypnoticIn the morning sunDrifting and dancingNecta…

Winter in My Garden by George FreekSummer’s flowers are gone.All that’s leftare decaying remains.The trees are bare;Yet ...
05/31/2026

Winter in My Garden by George Freek

Summer’s flowers are gone.All that’s leftare decaying remains.The trees are bare;Yet I can recallwhen leaves were there.In my garden a hammock,where my wife used to lie,creaks in a bitter wind,descending from the sky.As winter approaches,I talk to my cat,to the moon and the stars.They have nothing to say....

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Summer’s flowers are gone.All that’s leftare decaying remains.The trees are bare;Yet I can recallwhen leaves were there.In my garden a hammock,where my wife used to lie,creaks in a bitter wind,desc…

Devotion by Huina ZhengShe used to believe. Obedient, gentle and considerate since childhood, Ling washed dishes, mopped...
05/24/2026

Devotion by Huina Zheng

She used to believe. Obedient, gentle and considerate since childhood, Ling washed dishes, mopped floors, folded laundry, and cared for her younger brother, doing everything her parents expected. But now, for the first time, she began to doubt. She stared at the phone in her hand. Her mother’s voice still echoed in her ears. The phone felt warm, reminding her it wasn’t a hallucination....

She used to believe. Obedient, gentle and considerate since childhood, Ling washed dishes, mopped floors, folded laundry, and cared for her younger brother, doing everything her parents expected. B…

Salty by Charley Lenton-LyonsDo slugs look at snailswith resentment?Similar in form,gifted the home they weren'tafforded...
05/17/2026

Salty by Charley Lenton-Lyons

Do slugs look at snailswith resentment?Similar in form,gifted the home they weren'tafforded. A cosy place toput your foot up atthe end of a tough day. Furiously munching weeds,wishing the birds wouldrainsaltdownon their affluent neighbours. Shells vacated -ready for new tenants. Charley Lenton-Lyons is a UK-based poet with a background in zoology and social research. Their work explores human-nature entanglements, quiet violence, and ecological absurdity through image-driven poems.

Do slugs look at snailswith resentment?Similar in form,gifted the home they weren’tafforded. A cosy place toput your foot up atthe end of a tough day. Furiously munching weeds,wishing the bir…

In Her Absence by Kushagra ShringiI see her in hazy sunlight,in busy mornings, in quiet nights,In shadows that fall on e...
05/10/2026

In Her Absence by Kushagra Shringi

I see her in hazy sunlight,in busy mornings, in quiet nights,In shadows that fall on empty wallsin every dream I still recall. I hear her in the silence of night,in whispered prayers, in echoes light,Her laughter softens all my pain,like light breaking through the rain. I smell her in the passing air,in empty rooms, she's always there,...

I see her in hazy sunlight,in busy mornings, in quiet nights,In shadows that fall on empty wallsin every dream I still recall. I hear her in the silence of night,in whispered prayers, in echoes lig…

Wisdom by Jim BatesGrowing upHe read about itDream of having itBut never really didA mediocre studentHe did his bestHe g...
05/03/2026

Wisdom by Jim Bates

Growing upHe read about itDream of having itBut never really didA mediocre studentHe did his bestHe graduated in the middle of his classHe went on to collegeHe did okayHeld a long term job for many yearsMarriage and familyLove and lossAll the way to the endNow he walks wooded trails…...

Growing upHe read about itDream of having itBut never really didA mediocre studentHe did his bestHe graduated in the middle of his classHe went on to collegeHe did okayHeld a long term job for many…

The Jump by Jim BatesI didn't expect so many people to be standing around on the cliff overlooking the Yellow Knife Rive...
04/26/2026

The Jump by Jim Bates

I didn't expect so many people to be standing around on the cliff overlooking the Yellow Knife River, but there were, maybe fifteen or so, mostly young folks in their twenties just hanging out, joking around and having a good time, everyone looking tan and fit. It was honestly not what I expected at all. Scared as I was, I found the festive atmosphere kind of distracting and that was probably a good thing, given my growing unease....

I didn’t expect so many people to be standing around on the cliff overlooking the Yellow Knife River, but there were, maybe fifteen or so, mostly young folks in their twenties just hanging ou…

Un ‘Ecrivain Français by Michael GrignonDeep into a meditative journey, I find myself perched at a table in the back of ...
04/19/2026

Un ‘Ecrivain Français by Michael Grignon

Deep into a meditative journey, I find myself perched at a table in the back of Café Le Rêve. Tucked underneath a crimson awning, I have a partial, but adequate view of the boulevard that stretches in front of me. The restaurant is silent except for the sounds of another patron flipping through a folded paperback book. This ambiance provides an ideal office, but has yet to aid in the process....

Deep into a meditative journey, I find myself perched at a table in the back of Café Le Rêve. Tucked underneath a crimson awning, I have a partial, but adequate view of the boulevard that stretches…

we may be landscape by Corbett Buchleywe may be landscapea pastiche of neighborhood and terrain but do you see the grave...
04/12/2026

we may be landscape by Corbett Buchley

we may be landscapea pastiche of neighborhood and terrain but do you see the graves they are hidden and not hidden in the folds of hills in the patchwork lineswe have latticed over earth a lot goes into livingwe toil like worms, like salmonbehind plows, in boats sleek nervous carnivores staying in motion we visit the ocean and take in shows…...

we may be landscapea pastiche of neighborhood and terrain but do you see the graves they are hidden and not hidden in the folds of hills in the patchwork lineswe have latticed over earth a lot goes…

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