Poetry from Sylvia Ofoha

CALL OF THE SUN…..   Staring out the window, Hoping for a new sun to come, Sun that can blind the darkness from within, And raise its rays above the clouds of the roof, Illuminating the grounds beneath.   I stood there praying for him to come back to me, Hands closed like that of […]

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Poetry from Kahlil Crawford

_/\/\/\/boulder flatirons; airplane visions, literary dive bars, book shop dust. >micheline murals on mission; vans veer across van ness up to haight where noel strums upon his flatbed__

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Poetry from Ahmad Al-Khatat

Lips of Sweetness Sweetness of lips talk nothing but kind words as if you were reading verses from the heaven when those lips draw near me in bed I hear the echoes of lovers from the distance of moon Back to desires, you are the first one blue-eyed lake in dark, like your eyes all […]

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Poetry from Kirsty Niven

Portraits After ‘A Likeness’ I don’t own an image, any proof that you lived: not a poorly drawn sketch or a blurred photograph. There is no framed canvas in vibrant oil colours, the master of the place. No portrait to take pride in. There are no stormy eyes glaring above the fireplace, that would judge […]

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Poetry from Karen D’Antona

Talkin’ to my Son   Talkin’ to my son today, he all weird’d me out/ When we was done, I didn’t know if I should cry, scream, or shout/   He’s says he wants to move to Brooklyn, with no job or plan/ But he needs a car, ‘cause he’s a young man/   I says […]

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Poetry by Neil Ellman

Dragon Knows Dragon (after the painting by Shiryu Morita)             Only a dragon knows another like itself the brutal heart of it beating to the rhythm of the same taiko and sharing vengeful memories of villages pillaged, burned and laid to ground.   Each can see in each other’s eyes […]

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Poetry from Ken Allan Dronsfield

Dreams in Blowing Sand Whilst living as a pragmatic loser, searcher for the holy grail in bars walking the beaches finding dimes losing my patience with patrol cops sleeping under rowboats on the sand buy a mug with tarnished, sandy coins fighting gulls over discarded hotdogs great ships sailing out of the harbor, meeting people […]

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Poetry from Dee Allen

Chinese Apple               Full, round, organic Little oddity the colour of blood Piques my interest when others pass it over.   Holding it in one hand — Firm — Peeling away its layered hide with the other —   Tough —   This unusual gift from Asia’s orchards has […]

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