Poetry from Leticia Garcia Bradford

  March On     Millions march on Washington taking buses buses and airplanes Those who didn’t have the means organized marches in their own backyard From San Francisco to Oakland to Boston In every state of the union   What are you marching for?   First time marchers Veteran marchers Women Men boys girls […]

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Poetry from Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

COVERED WITH LIGHT   Covered with light, the fish swim to the moon. They bathe in light, They slip inside head to tail. The skies at night are like the sea and there is a ship shaped cloud like a six-stringed guitar. The mermaids swim on an invisible stairway to the sky. The waves in […]

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Poetry from JD DeHart

The Whale in the Sky To live in a world where the pale pearl of a cloud might be filled with the shadow presence of a whale,   swimming through the sky, rising and falling in massive flight, spouting cumulus from a cavern mounted on its considerable frame,   and meanwhile, on the earth below, […]

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Poetry from Ahmad al-Khatat

Paradise Before you, I was nothing but a sinner who wanted to be a bird’s feather to rest my journey by the gate of heaven With you, I am a different man who will be a dove to fly out of the universe all the way inside the world of paradise What Will Remain What […]

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Poetry from Michael Robinson

Thunder Night It shook the building with a roar, the darkness matched the violence of the booms.  While the sound of a tremendous explosion,  Continued… Hide under the bed, I recalled from childhood. This was no ordinary thunderstorm… It was a finality to it all.  All my sins laid out in front of each clap of […]

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Poetry from James Diaz

The Dreams and The Keepsakes   “Unrequited love is a poignant state of heartbreak, with no remedy. But it is a heartbreak mirrored in the very intimate and necessary art of being able to see, to appreciate and to come to love our selves. A blessing then, for unrequited love.” -David Whyte   I dreamt I […]

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Poetry from Logan Lane

The Immortal Pumpkin Pumpkins large and small, orange and green Lie in the fields under brown and gray leaves. The eyes of the pumpkin watch. Halloween, Halloween.   Their green stems eye the pleasure of those dressed.  Witches, ghosts, young and old celebrate the Eve. They look for signs of spirits and some feel their presence.  […]

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Poetry from Ian Lewis Copestick

    On Poetry As Flower Arranging   Reading a slim book of poetry On life and it’s mutability Poems written from inside of A safe, cosy, middle class cocoon The words have no sharp edges To burst the balloon Poems about flowers To while away the hours Between the visit of the vicar And […]

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