Listen to a reading of “Guillotine Song” by Tim Foley: Pentagon profiteer plutocratsGenocide gigolos and Raytheon ratsBuild robot armies and robot copsBoil our water for AI slopPoison our oceans and blacken our skiesEnslave our minds with hatred and liesWell hey man I know something nicerLet’s put their melons in the melon slicer Steal our wages […]| Caitlin Johnstone
it took me all day to get here crackling light coursing through each place that knows death’s name pounding into my solar plexus before reaching my eyes so present i [...]Read More... from unfinished (draft)| adrienne maree brown
by Rana No, I can’t drive you out of my heart, Believe you me I triedYou are mine in my world, oh no! You are my whole world While dead and dry leaves fall off from branches of the treesLove’s a kite dancing in the hurricane where dusky tides hurled When I reminisce of you I… Leer más My Love for you| Gobblers by Masticadores
by Daniela Topîrcean royal show –the nightingale’s songdispels the mist * pastel in twilight –traveling swans in the autumn sky * open wings –the wandering zephyrover the swan’s nest (Poems from the trilingual volume Aripi – Poeme Haiku III) https://web.facebook.com Photo by Ekaterina Iliushkina on Unsplash| Gobblers by Masticadores
by Petru Racolța When I fall for the last time,I would like it to happen quietly,No one should know that I have been brought down, Being convinced that I will keep flying,Soaring through the sky far and wide,As I always have. I will not admit defeat,I will remember the most successful journeys,The company of other masterful… Leer más The last fall| Gobblers by Masticadores
by Bogdan Dragoș this Saturdayhe wakes up in theafternoonandcurses his dreams Goodness, how longhas it beensince the last pleasantdream?What about the lastnightmare? Even nightmares werebetter thanwhat he was having now A voida nothingness empty Which does remind him ofan older day when heused to play somevideogame titled‘You Are Empty’on big bro’s computer fairly good timeswith nightmares… Leer más You are empty| Gobblers by Masticadores
by Lauren Scott Sidewalks no longer sizzlebeneath summer’s intense embrace –a sign anticipated by the leaveswith an abundance of grace. Each year around this time,they’re excited for the change,like a model walks the runway,new colors rearrange. Shades of cranberries and squashwarmly enter stage left –pinks and purples gladly accepttheir much-needed rest. A season that captivates whencinnamon… Leer más Cozy Vibes| Gobblers by Masticadores
by Marcello Comitini What did you see in that nightof shooting starswithout any announcement,without any expected birthbeyond those old hopeswhich, again next summerwill fall with the stars?As you watched, did you hearthe mountain exhortingthe river not to dissolve into the sea?Did you see the tiger spare the zebra,and the lion the timid gazelle?The stars fallbecause nature… Leer más Night of stars| Gobblers by Masticadores
by Mike U. (#31) my exhausted faithflows just as the drift ice flowsbreaks and melts awayheaven’s reflection blurringin the sea’s saltwater tears… (#32) I catch the waterdripping from the iciclesin a mason jaras a gentle reminderthat I do not weep alone…(#33) moon paints snow angelson forgotten midnight fieldsonly clouds can seesleeping souls obliviousto shy winter’s artistry (c)… Leer más A Tanka Trio (11)| Gobblers by Masticadores
by Bogdan Dragoș I felt it in thesideas I woke up some kind of coldclaw scratchinggently, playfully atmy ribs I blinked a few timesand turned to her “Hey!” she said. “Get upand buy me somebeer with tequila.” I opened my mouthand she immediately coveredit with her claw. “Notseparately,” she said.“I mean beer mixed withtequila. There’s gotta… Leer más Beer mixed with tequila| Gobblers by Masticadores
by Nicole Sara trail of leaves floating awaymurmur of rustle and stillnessdressing in rhyme the night and the day,and the grapes in a blanket of chillnesstears dripping from its deep clouds of grey…| Gobblers by Masticadores
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Mourning Summer’s Passing I love the summer so—bright rays of sunshine,warm, gentle breezes,concerts of bird calls,and cicada dances.Greenery everywhere—grass, shrubs, weeds,floral blooms in every shade,and sandy beaches with cool waves. But the season is drifting away.The days are growing shorter,and the nights are cooler.“Please, don’t leave.I love you so,“I beg of Summer.She pays me no […]| Midwest Mary
Dreams to Realityby Mary K. Doyle Imagine your dreamsexactly as you want themand they will come true. * well, maybe. * In my mind, I saunter around the pool in a glamorous sun hat, designer sunglasses, and heels. I remove my hat and glasses and set them on the edge of a lounge chair. I […]| Midwest Mary
Sarah Whiley, the Poet of the Week has given us a W3 poetry prompt to write a Triolet on the subject of an ordinary object. I pondered for a hot minute and came up with my pillow. We visited my sister for a week. She gave us the “deluxe” suite complete with its own bathroom. … Continue reading Looking for My Pillow→| A Different Perspective
This is the eleventh prompt for the Slide into Seasons Scavenger Hunt – Write a Chain Verse poem about getting sick (cold, flu, COVID, etc.). It all started with a little sneeze Sneeze that ran up and down my nose Nose that started it then the wheeze Wheeze and cough and chill to my toes … Continue reading Looking Sick→| A Different Perspective
The Slide into Seasons Scavenger Hunt prompt for today is #10 – Write a sonnet about your favorite winter wear – coat, hat, mitten etc. or if you live in the Southern Hemisphere, swimsuit, sun hat, or shades – let you imagination run wild. I’ve always loved a smart hat – true fact My collection … Continue reading Looking Like a Mad Hatter→| A Different Perspective
This is the 9th prompt in the Slide into Seasons Scavenger Hunt. We are asked to write a poem using conceit – where 2 vastly different objects are linked together by similes or metaphors. So lies become acrobats and truth is a broken down nag as my conceits. Some people can’t tell the truth even … Continue reading Looking Conceited→| A Different Perspective
We’ve passed the halfway point in this month. Today is the 8th Slide into Seasons Scavenger Hunt prompt – Write an Blitz poem with football in mind (soccer or American football). Although my sons played soccer (as did Sparky) their preference is definitely American Football. Sparky has always been a big Chicago Bears fan, and … Continue reading Looking at the Blitz→| A Different Perspective
This is the 7th Slide into Seasons Scavenger Hunt prompt – Write an Epistle Poem to Santa. The Epistle Poem is written as a letter. It can be a direct address, intimate or formal. The form is flexible – from free verse to rhyming couplets to a sonnet. The audience can be internal or external. … Continue reading Looking to Santa→| A Different Perspective
Today I’m doing the 6th prompt in the Slide into Seasons Scavenger Hunt. The prompt is: Write a Cinq Trois DecaLa about falling asleep or waking up. This particular form is composed of 10 lines per stanza with 15 syllables per line. The rhyme scheme is: a/a/b/b/c/c/c/a/b/c. Meter is optional and multiple stanzas are permitted. … Continue reading Looking Wide Awake→| A Different Perspective
The Slide into Seasons Scavenger Hunt continues with prompt #5 – Write a Cascade poem using a season of your choice. The Cascade poem is one that combines repetition and a sort of free verse.…| A Different Perspective
You go on a drive That you don’t know where it will take you As if leaving it up to fate Thoughts that echo the night With street lights always bright No matter how late Alex| Mybookworld24
78 Skinny arms, too thin to fill the skin out. Tiny empty rivers, terminally dry. When did they carve their courses through these arms once anxious to lose baby fat, now nostalgic for their lost opposites? After reading this poem, Forgottenman sent me the below poem, which he wrote years ago. It is such a […]| lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown
If it’s April, it must be: Hello, NaPoWriMo Good morning, NaPoWriMo, and good night. Whether I have written or will write, you tend to fill my day with obligation for rhymed and metered concentration. Social engagements––a thing of the past. No time for conversation and repast except for sandwiches and coffee quickly quaffed in glow […]| lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown
Firm Ground Between all of you and me, I’ve no experience with scree. Given the type of ground to walk on, scree’s the surface I would balk on. Other folks may be adventurous. My choice is usually ventureless! The RDP prompt is “scree.” (Image borrowed from the RDP prompt site.)| lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown
Soft morning whispers, alarm chimes startling dreams far, day will never wait! … More When Morning Calls| Void Thoughts
In a life filled with all sorts of uncertainties, a loyal friend— a must-have! Nothing is as dear, as precious, as wonderful— as the company of a friend. … More Friend| Void Thoughts
Often I thought I was stuck, my life—an unfortunate side effect of circumstances. My voice and reasoning never to be heard, I was told, until I decided not to be labeled as a victim of circumstance…| Void Thoughts
Hi, friends. The eleventh installment of my tanka series titled “A Tanka Trio (11)” is now live at Gobblers by Masticadores. Each of these installments contains three tanka (be sure to click this link or the link below to read all of them). Many kind thanks to Editor Manuela Timofte for publishing these tanka. Very much appreciated, Manuela. “A Tanka … Continue reading “A Tanka Trio (11)” published at Gobblers by Masticadores| Silent Pariah
Greetings, friends. My poem “My Life Reads Like a Suicide Note” is now live at Hotel by Masticadores. I’m so thankful to editor Michelle Navajas for publishing this unusually dark and intense poem.…| Silent Pariah
Sometimes, as men, we neglect the sacred duty of sharing our feelings. We usually wait until it’s too late. Many thanks to Michelle at Hotel Masticadores for publishing my poem inspired by Donny Hathaway’s classic, “A Song for You.” Happy Saturday, my WP family. “We Are Alone Now” by Nigel Byng I feel like such […]| Helping You To Succeed
In approaching this piece, I asked myself what the enduring impact of imperialism on island nations in the Caribbean looked and felt like to me. I explored themes related to our struggle for autonomy, the continued exploitation of our people and resources, and the ongoing deprivation faced by islanders. I attempted to juxtapose this feeling […]| Helping You To Succeed
They say the God on the plateau Is the same one in the village belowBut I grew up, resting my head on God’s pillowWhere morning clouds are painted golden yellow It is a humble home, my castle in the skyYet the air drifts cooler, and birds don’t seem so highEven the trees never appear to […]| Helping You To Succeed
The wait is over — Sweetbriar is blooming worldwide. We’re thrilled to announce that Sweetbriar, the beloved debut poetry collection by Rowena Liwanag Suarez, is now available globally on Amazon — in all formats. From the vibrant streets of Tokyo to a quiet café in Paris, Sweetbriar is now just a page away — ready to find its home in the hands […]| Helping You To Succeed
I’m shooting down the sky,Falling into the endless pit,Lighting it up as I burn through the dark,Streaking it with smears of red and gold,Colors gushing out of me,Like blood from the wounds of memory. I am sweeping across every inch of the night,The light that once liberated me free,Finally emptying out of me,As I swallow […]| Quirky Pages
Cheryl Batavia, the talented author of Life in Inspiring Places and Earthly Days, has written a beautifully crafted and insightful review of A Bracken Fern. If you would like a taster of what the book is all about, do head over to gulfcoastpoet.com to read her review. A thousand thank yous to Cheryl for her... Continue Reading →| Experiments in Fiction
A poem best suited to this time of year, perhaps! From my forthcoming poetry collection, A Bracken Fern: Selected Poems 2020-2025.| Experiments in Fiction
A two-person ‘Rengay’ By David R. and David B. dr- putting on the ritz taxpayers spared no expense it’s a ballroom blitz db- mirrors serve the vain as bread truth lies naked in the street dr- avatar the butter fairweather virtue signals eggman over easy db- dancers switch their masks honesty cheers counterfeit glass bends… Continue reading Carneficina, or: A rengay→| The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱
Refuse to grow You’ll soon be glowing In the discomforting light Of stunted growth It’s a harsh world Where its builders banish Those who stay back Lay back While everything around them is changing What does adulthood look like? A mirage for many youth Soon the illusion That being an adult Brings immense freedom without… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘When I grow up’ by Benjamin Nambu→| The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱
A two-person ‘Rengay’ By Pat and David pr- saw an old flame today aging has been toying with us all — I’m googling time travel db- verse uploaded for/ever my fragments reassembled pr- starting anew — the little voices in my head are being taught to play nice db- you call this progress? I liked… Continue reading Awkward glance, or: A rengay→| The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱
A Sijo I sing to the sudsy dishes and hang my rhymes with the wash; cart-wheels down the grocery aisles; ideas stick to soup cans; I fix, I fetch, I fund and still find time to chase down stanzas R…| The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱
As earth awakens with a roar,its molten heart begins to pour.Volcanic forces, fierce and wild,a warning from creation’s child. Red rivers carve the darkened stone,as smoke ascends, time stands alone.A force so vast, it makes life small,and yet, we paint upon a wall. In Berlin’s breath, a mural speaks,of future paths and wiser peaks.Colorful clash... Continue Reading → The post Fire to the Wall appeared first on Grace of the Sun.| Grace of the Sun
The morning sun slants soft and wide,a shadow flickers on the side,an arm, a hand, upon the wall,its shape uncertain, strange, and tall. A little gasp, a startled cry,she turns and runs beneath the sky,her brother laughs, “It’s just a game!”but feels her fear and calls her name. They tumble out through golden light,across the... Continue Reading →| Grace of the Sun
The world expects a man to lead and protect. After all, some say he is the stronger of the two.A man is supposed to care, to love— with the expectation that he’ll one day start a family.People of all kinds stress the importance of being a man, grooming him to become a provider, a teacher.And on the appointed day,he rose to the occasion:found … Continue reading To the Unknown Father→| Thoughts about leadership, history, and more
things take shape in us suddenlyand let us go just as suddenlythese days of tender leaves remind usthe doves, too, racing like comets across the skyas if to say, there is no miracle other than thisand as for youdo you have the grace to let goof that which has let go of you?do you walk […]| The Used Life
how do we measure the anatomy of a moment?perpendicular, perhapsor with great color,incredulous as that may soundtake, for example, a sip of coffeein millimetersor a hunk of gravityon the breakfast tablewhere we sit in astonishmentas the eggs grow coldtime tells us that we exist with radio-like precision,but that, too, is a lie:a nickel in the […]| The Used Life
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Our world is full of wonderful things, and life here is brightened with moments of grace and happiness so powerful it almost hurts. And then they pass. Like sunlight through the leaves, these momen…| sethlewis.ie
She-Her-They-Them, © 2025 MichelleKogan Watercolor and pencil. Happy Poetry Friday! These are some pics from the opening of the exhibit I am in: Feminist Responses in a Tumultuous Time Through Octo…| Michelle Kogan Illustration, Painting, & Writing
“Tickle,” Tipping Point,” and “My Attorney Reminds Me,” are in Right Hand Pointing, #161, Fall, 202. Four prose poems, “Cages,” “I Found You, As If by Echolocation,” “Sisyphus Cachinnating” and”Clown Fate,” appear in Blood+ Honey Literature, September 30, 20. Fire Prevention appears in Chandelier, Sept 1, 2025. Ten new prose poems appear in The Mackinaw […]| Brad Rose Poetry
Welcome to the tenth Creative Perspective Challenge! I can’t believe only two more challenges are left this year. In honor of Halloween, I went through many haunted castles, stairs, and houses and settled on this one. Can’t wait to see what creativity comes from this. All you have to do is write a poem or … Continue reading "#CreativePerspectiveChallenge Ten #flashfiction #poetry #writingcommunity #authorchallenge"| Author D.L. Finn
OCT3 Hello friends. My latest poem published is an Ekphrastic and I’m grateful to Melissa Lemay of Mom With a Blog/ Editor of Collaborature for the great honor. Collaboration: Selma wrote ekphrastic poetry inspired by the photography of her friend, Paul Szlosek at https://thewonderfulworldofcolor77109243.wordpress.com/2025/05/01/close-up-detail-of-a-huge-mural-painted-on-an-elementary-school/ I stirred my soda float round and roundwith the paper strawstirred till I’d […]| Selma
I'd heard him say those words more than a hundred times before, a thousand,really,but his “I love you” tonight has a missed intake of breath, like a deflatingballoonwith a pinhole oozing air. I exchange my I love you with a timber come from arehearsedfamiliar place of warmth. My timber recognizes his timber and forsure, his […]| Selma
Gone, the blistering heat of summer Gone, the horrid sweltering crazeArrived is autumn’s drummerBlustering winds awake the blaze Antsy the oak-tree lady-squirrel Sprightly her pockets overload Song-less grasshoppers turn scurrilous Then jump leaps to glimpse at God Why have the kids gone shambolic*Fall winds don’t fan to make shut-insBe on the lookout for Maggy MoulachShe’ll blow in with ease […]| Selma
Is it forgetfulness or is it not paying attention?| Selma
I wish you miracles today. Open your arms wide to receive my wish.| Selma
Thanks from the bottom of my heart Hotel by Masticadores.| Selma
Bringing these two to life today was all I could muster, thanks Esther!!!| Dawgy Daddy responds
Loneliness comes like a wave. This, too, shall pass.| Escaped Wage Slave
SNOBBY IS WHAT SNOBBY DOES| Escaped Wage Slave
Hi folks! I’m on hiatus, though it wasn’t something I wanted or planned. So many changes going on at work that when I have time for myself, I either watch What’s New Scooby Doo or…| Maria Michaela Poetry
Image is from Pexels Tears are the body’s way of relief More than we seem to ignore Then we tend to believe Like a chain that has loops Each of them has its own to explore And not to ignore| Mybookworld24
Saintvi decided that she was going to push me to write poetry on my days off. I used to post daily (back on Xanga) but after 10 years I went to the M-W-F schedule. Now she is posting on TACO Tuesda…| A Different Perspective
Often, I hear the gentle whisper of my inner voice. It guides me— when I am in doubt, when I feel scared, when my mind feels cluttered. … More Listening Beyond Fear| Void Thoughts
I’ve lost count of the poems I’ve written. I’ll say many, still not as many as I’d like to. Someday, perhaps. … More Someday, Perhaps| Void Thoughts
When the perturbed mind reflects, chaos gleams pristine in its own reflection. … More Pristine Chaos| Void Thoughts
Hey, everyone. I’m excited to share some good news with you. My poem “The Daisy Ring” has been nominated for the 2026 Best of the Net Award. It’s an honor for me, and I’m so grateful to editor Michelle Navajas of Hotel by Masticadores for thinking highly enough of my poem to nominate it. What’s … Continue reading My Poem “The Daisy Ring” Nominated for 2026 Best of the Net Award| Silent Pariah
Greetings, folks. Gobblers by Masticadores has published the latest installment of my short haiku/senryu collections titled “A Few Haiku (21).” These small collections consist of six haiku and/or s…| Silent Pariah
Just a little note to say that my teensy, tiny poem ‘hope’ has just been published by Whispers & Echoes. You can read it here: https://whispersandechoesmag.home.blog/2025/09/29/hope-britta-benson/ Thanks!| Odds & Ends – Poetry Blog
Here’s my response to this week’s W3 poetry challenge, set by Jaideep Khanduja. You can find Jaideep’s prompt poem and guidelines here: I took liberties. Some. The poem just went …| Odds & Ends - Poetry Blog
Time Passes, Love Remains by Bianca Alina I can’t recall how many days have gone by since that moment. It could be three days or possibly longer. I’ve lost track of time. Perhaps I’ve been sitting here, fingers poised over the keyboard and my gaze locked onto the immaculate blank page for an eternity. Time […]| Helping You To Succeed
The W3 prompt this week was given by our POW Michelle. She challenged us to write a Hay(na)ku Love Series for this week’s W3 hosted by David at the Skeptics Kaddish. Hay(na)ku Love Series 1. The Cr…| Helping You To Succeed
[silence]workgrindbreak.repeat.hoperots.nothingmeansanything.thenend.[silence]…[silence]godmyth.priestslie.prayerfails.faithrots.nothingwaits.[silence]…[silence]voteclown.spinscheme.breakpromise.lo…| Musings from a Stonehead
Today I smile, my mind feels clear,a birthday filled with love and cheer,but just one year ago, the rain,from hurricane Helene brought pain. The winds were loud, the night was long,we stood so still, so firm, so strong,and now I see how far we’ve come,with light blue skies and warmer sun. Through every storm, we’ve... Continue Reading → The post Forever Grateful appeared first on Grace of the Sun.| Grace of the Sun
Morning hums in the gentle air,a rustic bed is waiting there.Warm sheets are rumpled, soft, and worn,a quiet space where dreams were born. Ornate lamps glow with amber light,a round mirror reflects the night.He lingers briefly, then he goes,a man released from workday woes. The door clicks shut, his steps are slow,the lake ahead begins... Continue Reading →| Grace of the Sun
If I could paint the colours of your eyes,I fantasise, I’d swim that depth of blueand what I wouldn’t doto bring the sparkle back when it has fled, to lift your heart when it’…| Experiments in Fiction
Back in Condesa (rematch) Same hotel. Same room. Same bed. Last time, I cracked. Mushrooms. Midnight. Mirror. Screaming, swinging at myself. You coward. I won, but didn’t feel it. Braced for war at 4:07, searching for threats that weren’t there. You should be sleeping like a motherfucking tiger— full belly, heavy limbs, no care in […]| Peter McGraw
She-Her-They-Them, Dragonfly, © 2025 Michelle Kogan, watercolor and pencil. Happy Poetry Friday! My watercolor painting, She-Her-They-Them, Dragonfly, will be in the forthcoming exhibit:Feminist Re…| Michelle Kogan Illustration, Painting, & Writing
Creatures from the Deep, paper collage, 2025 it is the nature of things to be undone the swiftness of birdsthat coaxes the weather from the winethe octopus from the coral perfume, etc.it is the nature of the mindto wanderamong rebellious flowersshoes untied, grocery bag full of poems and other space junk| The Used Life
everything that ever waswill be again every morning, the orange juice is shakenthe coffee, stirredsalt tossed over the shoulder for luck, etc.the planets synchronize to make this happenthough it is…| The Used Life
The Portal, paper collage, 2024 And so you think maybe that’s why we’re going out to the stars? Looking for our lost souls, is that it? Trying to get away from our evil planet to a good one? –…| The Used Life
All the results are here this month. I’m excited to share two amazing poems by Priscilla Bettis and Marsha Ingrao, and my flash fiction. Marsha’s Poem: There once was a house in the for…| Author D.L. Finn
Through the fogged glass, two shapes appear,both shadows sit, interest drawn near.Seasons have passed, yet here they are,a meeting set beneath the stars. The café hums, the dishes clink,she feels her pulse, too fast to think.Those long years live between their eyes,the silence carries old goodbyes. She sees him stir his cup of tea,his glance... Continue Reading →| Grace of the Sun
I’m here every night, patiently waiting for your eyes to find me.| Void Thoughts
“Prudent; Rational”© 2025 by Michael L. Utley “I think it’s worth to have a cost of, unfortunately, some gun deaths every single year so that we can have the Second Amendment to protect our other God-given rights. That is a prudent deal. It is rational.” Charlie Kirk, April 2023 ….. San Ysidro McDonald’s massacre, San … Continue reading “Prudent; Rational”| Silent Pariah
Hi, everyone. The tenth installment of my tanka series titled “A Tanka Trio (10)” is now available at Gobblers by Masticadores. Each of these installments contains three tanka (be sure to click this link or the link below to read all of them). Thank you, Manuela Timofte, for sharing these tanka with your readers. You’re a wonderful editor and I … Continue reading “A Tanka Trio (10)” published at Gobblers by Masticadores| Silent Pariah
Hello, everyone. My poem “The Grief of Winter” is now available for your perusal at Hotel by Masticadores. I’m grateful to editor Michelle Navajas for publishing this poem. Thank you so much …| Silent Pariah
—Perfect You Image and poem from: Soul Collective – Poems and Paintings, by Marthe Bijman (July 2025, 2nd Ed., Blurb Books, ISBN 979-8-31-996715-2). Painting: Acrylic on canvas. Poem: Quatrai…| SEVEN CIRCUMSTANCES
Pumpkin Growing on my Porch Balcony, © 2025 Michelle Kogan Happy Poetry Friday, Happy Almost Fall Equinox! I’m sneaking in a poem, an etheree, they are short and sweet, sometimes bitter-sweet…| Michelle Kogan Illustration, Painting, & Writing
Here’s my response to Sadje’s WDYS picture prompt. Somehow, her prompts always find me at the right time. 8am, Monday morning, and ready to write, while also looking for a little distraction. You can find Sadje’s full post and guidelines here: https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2025/09/15/what-do-you-see-306-15-september25/ blue and brokenheart dryfrom a hundred firstsgaspsin full colourshadows prop uppossibilitieswill you waitforContinue reading "blue and broken, by Britta Benson"| Odds & Ends – Poetry Blog
Image credit; Peter Thomas @ Unsplash Here’s my response to Sadje’s What Do You See photo prompt. You can find her full guidelines here: Inside outI want a view I can hearthe coming and…| Odds & Ends - Poetry Blog
Everyone loves a giveaway!! Because everybody likes free stuff, right? Here’s the deal: comment, like, and/or reblog this post. Make sure you use a ping back! Every person who engages with this post in one of those ways will be entered into a drawing to win one of two copies of Bro ken Rengay autographed […]| Helping You To Succeed
It is always a joy to write for Hotel masticadores. Today my romantic poem, Celestial Drift has been published by Michelle Navajas. My thanks to Michelle and her team for their commitment to supporting and encouraging writers from across the world to pursue their creative dreams. Please click the link below if you are so […]| Helping You To Succeed
POETRY VIDEOS: "Big Society - On a conversation in the Foundling Museum." Poem written by Anna Chen in 2011 under austerity & the huge transfer of wealth from poor to rich. "What work of depravity is a man who amasses more than he can spend in a lifespan?" "2B Or Not 2B," borrowing from Shakespeare to make a point about existence and representation. The post Poem on the wealth gap plus a Shakespeare twist first appeared on Anna Chen.| Anna Chen
The University of Georgia Press is pleased to announce that Victoria Chang will serve as head judge for the 2025 Georgia Poetry Prize.| ugapress.wordpress.com
Intro Dear friends, Welcome to our W3 Poetry Prompt, which goes live on Wednesdays at The Skeptic’s Kaddish. You may click here for a fuller explanation of W3; but here’s the ‘tld…| The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱
a snail heads for shadeunder my sun umbrellathat’s still folded downall I hear is tinnitussense a world still sound asleep💞Suzanne Written in response to this week’s Tanka Tuesday, a fu…| Brazanne Muse
Image is from Pexels Love can blind you Like the sun rays Coming out of the trees Without knowing what it means Yet you will still be Facing the aftermath When the moon Goes high Alex| Mybookworld24
