(Pocket Poetry) by Jane Seabrook (U.K) Minute by minute and hour by hour You carried me through the day. By sheer force of will and determination We kept the darkness at bay. It was a day to hope for a better future, A day to try and leave the past behind. For I am sick …
(Pocket Poetry) by D Larissa Peters (U.S.A) Copyright © 2022 – D Larissa Peters. All rights reserved. About the Author D Larissa Peters D Larissa Peters grew up in Indonesia. Somewhat of a nomad, she meandered around the East Coast for more than 10 years before she moved to California—in the middle of a …
(Pocket Poetry) by Tray Morgan (U.K) Copyright © 2022 – Tray Morgan. All rights reserved. About the Author Tray Morgan A head bursting with ideas Tray daydreams and talks to herself pretty much every day and writes to give it all structure and a platform. She writes to heal and connect: poetry, speculative fiction, …
(Pocket Poetry) by Ralph Dranow (U.S.A) I reach in to grasp the voluptuous yellow flare rose at the rose garden, anticipating its intoxicating fragrance. My finger recoils, pricked by a thorn, inflicting a sharp pain, a sliver of blood, hurt pride. A teachable moment: You’re standing on sacred ground. Take off your shoes. You’re being …
(Pocket Poetry) by Frank William Finney (U.S.A) Your absenceturns your dustto gold and nowthey sellyour relics. Strange to thinkI saw youonce when youwere onlyflesh and blood. Copyright © 2022 – Frank William Finney. All rights reserved. About the Author Frank William Finney Frank William Finney is the author of The Folding of the Wings (Finishing Line Press). …
(Pocket Poetry) by Nancy Byrne Iannucci (U.S.A) Copyright © 2022 – Nancy Byrne . All rights reserved. About the Author Nancy Byrne Iannucci Nancy Byrne Iannucci is a widely published poet from Long Island, New York who currently lives in Troy, NY. Defenestration, Hobo Camp Review, Bending Genres, The Mantle, Typehouse Literary Magazine, Glass: a …
(Pocket Poetry) by Joan Mazza (U.S.A) Mother Dobbins was the first to say she saw meshapeshift into a cat, then back into a woman,mistaking my cat for me. She set the town against me,though I am guilty only of being old and ugly,a poor widow without children to care for me. They say I have …
(Pocket Poetry) by Kenneth Pobo (U.S.A) Well, it’s a rock. I know I’ll lose points on the Lab test, but the rock wants no biography written of its slowly eroding life. My life erodes too. I prefer a bendy world, nothing rock solid, elastic as a goose neck curving around a leaning reed. Copyright © …
(Pocket Poetry) by John Grey (Australia) Man hawking rose-quartz obelisks.Woman behind a table laden with crystal balls.Out in a desert of lofty sun and cranked-up winds,some old geyser works the emery wheel,polishes stone after stone. If not in need of a rock for the mantel,there’s always a bolo tie to flatter the neckor a fancy …
(Pocket Poetry) by Bruce Gunther (U.S.A) The heavy winds don’t know meor the hands that hold this book.Winds that bully their way throughthe leaves and branches of the maple.Winds that carry coded messagesfrom Istanbul and the front linesof Kyiv.Winds with the hot breathof a filibuster,with fire thatmelts glaciers.Blown from the Valley of Deathwhile the Buddha …
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