Poetry

A Poem by Stefan Freedman, August 2021
Dance is a fountain
Each droplet races upwards
And cascades down
To be chased by another and another
Rippling like emerald moonbeams
While the water’s skin stays serene
Holding a steady form

by Frederik Lloyd
The darkness had a crack
and out of it came Rav, the first born.
No one knew why
no one had called him.
In that sense he was alone.
He came out as if scored from a sheet of dark glass He never flew, he flapped.

Starlight on Her Fingers by Elia Ish Duncan Luminescent sea. Luminary ancestors, all their work flows by. Seasons slip past wonder. Mountains built on one last try. Sea mists rise, wiping tears from mother nature’s eyes. Canyons tear at thunder clouds. Rivers sleep with rocks. The recovery is catatonic under human sheets. That place where […]

The Man Who Loved Earthquakes by Daphne Alexopoulou I once knew a man who loved earthquakes.Never have I ever felt God closer, he said, than in the big Mexican earthquake.The Earth heaving and shakingand all I could feel was a huge worshipful joy as surrender filled my being.I thought, that’s because you don’t have children.I […]

Unreported Miracles by Daphne Alexopoulou Not all birds find it easy to fly.As they struggle inelegantly to stay afloat,the wind is not playing fair/not for them. Necks strainingthey flap and flap and somehowthey keep going.Spare a thought for those of uswho find life difficult,the ungainly ones,the ones who keep striving to just be,like birds with […]

An Artist’s Mantra by Lusana Erekson I Believe in Artists …. And Artists especially have to Believe in themselves… their talent, and that they will be sought and serve Clients and Patrons who gladly compensate for their level of Work. Exactly 3 days after I posted this new profile pic with the words you see, I […]

Dandelion Walk Wallflowers grow on dandelion walk,Smoothing the air with blossom talkSpeak to me as I blow the time,Speak to me dear dandelion. Wallflowers dance in furtive breezeTo smooth the eyes and give us ease.Don’t blow away dear dandelion,I stoop to hear your music chime. I count to 1 2 3 4 five,With humid breath […]

Coming Up For Air by Marius Grose My mother died quietlyher breath a tide thatwashed out and outso far beyond the ebbno turn of Earth or pull of Mooncould bring her back. Left my father, sister and medry landed, floundering fishgasping as we wereshocked breathless intothe rituals of death. Breaking news tofamily and friendspaperwork, certificateschoosing […]

Woman of Africa Why are you shy To speak your wisdom? Why are you shy To speak your history