Poetry

Atar Hadari January 11, 2019
eventually the ants fled but Judas came with his rifling hands
Scott Hubbartt December 28, 2018
My love wakes me
James Matthew Wilson December 14, 2018
It’s hard to accept that we are called to praise. What shout of joy amid such poverty?
Barbara Buckman Strasko November 30, 2018
I wanted to live my life split open, awake
Emma Winters November 27, 2018
Often Instagram poets want to tell the lesson in their writing rather than simply show the reader through sights, sounds, smells, touches and tastes of their lives and stories.
Joshua Wall November 15, 2018
Their names are legion where they lay tunneled beneath our borders.