I have no idea who recommended this book to me but thanks to whoever it was! ‘Medieval Welsh Lyrics’ has some of the most startling, vivid, ...| falsemachine.blogspot.com
Happy Monday to you all. Here’s a new limerick challenge. Your word is DUST Last week’s prompt was BREAD. You came up with some brilliant limericks: The Limerick Guy: Passover is “Bread of Aff…| Esther Chilton
Welcome to our monthly newsletter, dear reader, • Our first library novelty is an article by Oludamini Ogunnaike, “The Logic of the Birds”, on the metaphysics of poetic language and thus on the essential value of poetry, with a wealth of examples drawn from traditions all over the world. Poetry makes tangible and existentially realizable| The Matheson Trust
“See the world. It’s more fantastic than any dream.” ~ Ray Bradbury ~ see details little things appreciate the world around nature’s marvels, beauty mysteries to unfold engage curiosity connections reveal symmetry symbiotic wonders all around nature’s blessings unfold with loving grace ~ This week Ritva invited us to notice small details in the world…| writing to freedom
A fruiting fungi at one with the forest. ~ fungi in fall bloom vast networks of connection feeding the forest ~ This week Sofia invited us to explore what ancient means in the Lens Artists challeng…| writing to freedom
Kansas To varying degrees, the season is turning; across the country, touches of gold highlight its passage across the landscape. In his poem “Neighbors in October,” David Baker captures both the practicalities and the nostalgia of this sweet unleaving. All afternoon his tractor pulls a flat wagon with bales to the barn, then back to … Continue reading October Gold| Lagniappe
Here are two poems by H.D. neither of which were written in 1925 but both of which were included in her Collected Poems of that year. Storm You crash over the trees, you crack the live branch— the branch is white, the green crushed, each leaf is rent like split wood. You burden the trees with black drops, you swirl…Continue Reading→| Rattlebag and Rhubarb
– after Carlo Rovelli| yours, tiramisu
On this special night When it starts to get dark The lines of this world Connect to another And there is some spooky Or some sweet The question now is Which one do you want to be? (This is my way to celebrate)| Mybookworld24
The only ghost I ever saw The only ghost I ever sawWas dressed in mechlin*,—so;He...| Seven Good Things
Poem I let him come.He sneaks on tiptoeright up to my ear; under its ribs...| Seven Good Things
“Do good, let your light shine bright, let your light shine right, respect your fellow man as you should.” A MixTape on letting your light shine bright and your song be strong and loud.| magpiesmagazine.com
LAWRENCE JOSEPH what we do is // precise and limited, according to / the Minister of Defense, // the President / is drawing a line, // the President is drawing / a red line, we don’t want to see / a major ground assault, the President says, / it’s time for this to end, / for the day after to begin, he says, // overseer of armaments procured| The Common
REBECCA FOUST You & I will grow old, Love, / we have grown old. But this last chance // in our late decades could be like the Pleiades, winter stars seen by / Sappho, Hesiod & Galileo & now by you & me. // Let us be boring like a hollow drill coring deep into the earth to find / its most secret mineral treasures.| The Common
WYATT TOWNLEY Not the girl / after the party / waiting for boy wonder // Not the couple / after the test / awaiting word // Not the actor / after the callback / for the job that changes everything // Not the mother / on the floor / whose son has gone missing // I am the beloved / and you are the beloved| The Common
SASHA BURSHTEYN The slagheap dominates / the landscape. A new kurgan / for a new age. High grave, waste mound. / To think of life / among the mountains— / that clean, clear air— / and realize that you’ve been breathing / shit. Plant trees / around the spoil tip! Appreciate / the unnatural charm! Green fold, / gray pile.| The Common
GRAY DAVIDSON CARROL In the kitchen, I cry to the sound of my mother’s sobs. / Count the injections I have left before the vials run out. / There is no point in asking how, in asking why. Empire / does not answer questions. Genocide does not answer / questions—the answers were right there.| The Common
Two Poems by Joseph Roque Without Poetry Some mistakenly believethat poetry is dead; cannot survivein these budding dystopian times—Not true.Poetry is needed now more than everto slow and soften the selfish swirlof disregard for our world’s natural beauty. Without poetry, what would beleft to remind us of the simple beautyof a perfectly stunning sunriseor the […]| Faith Hope & Fiction
Live oaks reach branchesSunlight graces every leafWith gentle wisdom Inspired by the not-haiku on my ITO EN tea. (BTW the Automattic home page is all haiku since 2009.)| Matt Mullenweg
Early on, I recall reading a lot of Robert Lowell’s poems, including his poem “For the Union Dead.” More recently, in addition to a large array of many other poets’ works, I’ve been paying attention to the work of Eastern European poets, including Miklos Radnoti, Milosz, and Adam Zagajewski. This is not definitive, though. The post From the Homeless to Prisons and Beyond: Q&A with Bonnie Naradzay appeared first on Slant Books.| Slant Books
A day before the start of Yom Kippur, my friend Aviya Kushner, brilliant poet and writer, posted on her Substack a piece on the great poet Yehuda Halevi (1075 - 1141) and the relevance of his work to Yom Kippur. That’s what inspired me to read, during the few hours away from synagogue, a little Halevi. The first poem of Halevi’s I landed on is “Heal Me, Lord.”| Slant Books
Patience is a virtue:the restraint in the chaos,the ticking of clocks heard from a great distanceuntil the sound is only a memory, like the whisper of the windenwrapping the yellow-tinged leavesand…| Words and Coffee Writing
I’m excited to have Priscilla Bettis here today to share her latest release, “Whispers of a Southern Moon.” BLURB An artistic, new collection of inspirational fiction and poetry by Priscilla Bettis. Includes the award-winning story “Fix Your Face,” a “wonderful Southern Gothic piece akin to the work of Flannery O’Conner!”—Brooke Dreger, Editor, Solid Food Press A … Continue reading "#NewRelease “Whispers of a Southern Moon” by #PriscillaBettis #shortstories #poetry #f...| Author D.L. Finn
My heartfelt appreciation to Barbara Leonhard, editor of MasticadoresUSA for publishing my poem “Cheers to You”. I’m grateful for the continued support and all of you for taking the time to read it. Life with all its shortcomingshas upticks. The market swings,highs and lows. Our moods nose dive or soar.We’re either starving or stuffed. No … Continue reading| Unique Times
A Poem for my Grand-Girl on Fun Fri-Yayy| Unique Times
Happy Diwali to You. From the light of our hearts to gratitude of being alive!| Unique Times
Which Glen (Banners, Lexington, KY) They can never remember which Glen — fiddich or livet But they know it’s one of those, and that when Maria’s order comes in that’s for me. Maybe some day they’ll remember my name and possibly even which Glen but this is a good start.| Notes In The Margin
What if I told you that darkness carries a secret too? And it's not scary. Please read this prose poem and see without seeing.| Selma
🍂 My Favorite Fall Poem 🍂 When the Frost is on the PunkinBY JAMES WHITCOMB RILEYWhen the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock,And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock,And the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens,And the rooster’s hallylooyer as he tiptoes […]| Selma
let us be ordinary Come, let’s be ordinary you and I For that is when happiness spills over Even the grass in the churchyard will dieCome, let’s be ordinary you and I Seasons will come & fade just like the night Nothing beats being alive and sober Come, let’s be ordinary you and I For that is when happiness spills over […]| Selma
Hey, I see where you’re coming from.Yesterday, people loved you; today, you’re their target.Yesterday everything went smooth, today, chaos.Yesterday, you felt like you were so-so, not bad,an okay person; today, you feel like a failure.I get you, you see? I’ve had days like those, too. There’s always something you can change! And those days are […]| Selma
First they came for the Communists,And I did not speak upBecause I was not a Communist. Then they came for the Jews,And I did not speak upBecause I was not a Jew. Then they came for the trade unionists,And I did not speak upBecause I was not a trade unionist. Then they came for the […]| Selma
Review by Karen Langley Pushkin Press is one of the UK’s best-loved and most successful indies. Founded in 1997, over the years they’ve issued a wide array of books; as...| Shiny New Books
Cairngorms National Park| Tranature
changing coloura sprinkle of rainon the maple © Xenia Tran Chrysanthemum #35, October 2025 We are grateful and delighted that the above haiku was included in Chrysanthemum Issue 35. Warm thanks to Beate Conrad for selecting my poem and to Klaus-Dieter Wirth for his beautiful German translation: Wishing you all a wonderful Wednesday and a … Continue reading "Haiku: Changing Colour"| Tranature
Meaningful words worth sharing all year long.| We Are Teachers
Look down the long valley and there stands a mountainThat someone has said is the end of the world.Then what of this river that having arisenMust find where to pour itself into and empty?I never saw so much swift water run cloudless.Oh, I have been often too anxious for riversTo leave it to them […]| Redtree Times
Halloween candy has a way of being a little sweeter, enjoy todays treat. Jack & Jill Jill was thrilled to see the night finally arriveShe could don her new pointed black hatBubbling cauldron smells filling the diveShe entered carrying her favorite black cat Jack was in the corner watching the crowdPeople dressed up and ready […]| Dawgy Daddy responds
Tis’ the time to savor the tastes of trick or treat in the haunted dawghouse. A Man of Taste Mid way through this magical fun weekKiddies dreaming of all the sweet treatsCarved pumpkins put out and masks galoreSugar overloads behind each and every doorLaughter and screams soon piercing the airStories of fright warning children to be […]| Dawgy Daddy responds
I remember liking some of Simon Armitage’s poems, so I was surprised that I didn’t really connect with or enjoy a single one in this collection! It’s deeply rooted in […]| Nicky @ The Bibliophibian
White Face, Foreign Hands has won First Prize in the Workplace Racism category of the 2025 Black in White Poetry Competition. Drawn from experiences working in NHS hospitals, it explores racism, exceptionalism, and the lingering legacy of colonialism.| Musings from a Stonehead
In Wishful Thinking, Dennis Johnstone reimagines the genie myth through a bleakly comic lens — where every wish exposes the futility of human logic and the price of understanding. A philosophical satire on cause, contentment, and collapse.| Musings from a Stonehead
Baptism for the Dead is one of the beliefs that make the LDS Church distinctive among religions today. Frequently discussions with non-Mormons focus on what Paul meant in 1 Cor. 15:29 while ignoring the broader question that our doctrine addresses with proxy ordinances: If baptism is required for everyone, then what about those who passed on without it? Or, to put it another way, don’t we have a responsibility to others, less fortunate than we are? Regardless of whether they are alive or dead?| Times & Seasons
She wrote letters to him,every now and then.No address to send to, though.Quietly sat a folderon her desktop,knowing its strengthto hold so much within itself,promising herto be therein her lonely moments. P.S. ‘Untitled’ to me is about envelopes without a recipient’s name. Letters written but never sent. It is also the folder on her desktop … More Untitled| The Bespectacled Mother
«Goddess» by Alexis Araneta GoddessThat is the nameYou promised was mine You would offer mePlump, crimson rosesOf blood ready to be shedYou’d crown me with virtueVeil me with pure goldWoven with preservationYou’d set me on a pedestalEvermore reveredEvermore untouchable But like a marble deityI watch you worshipWhilst my voiceIs submerged in stone If I were... Leer más →| Hotel by Masticadores
«Demons» by April I overcome demons that tortured my soul,Pierced skin through slaps — cracked fragments put together one piece at a time.Picked myself off the floor,Out of body mindset to feeling my feelings to the full. Five stages of grief, anger takes hold —Something not thrown.Numbers of three,Felines lost to the baits not bitten.... Leer más →| Hotel by Masticadores
Dignity and Discovery Converge in Social-Environmental Poetry Collection BRATTLEBORO, VT, October 15, 2025: For author Kimberly Vargas Agnese, “social- environmental justice” isn’t a buzz word to sell books. It’s a way of life. Kimberly demonstrates her care for the natural world and for the people who inhabit it in her lifestyle and vocation. She committed three... Leer más →| Hotel by Masticadores
«The Governess» by Alexander Jonathan Vidgop ⚠️ Content Warning: The following material contains scenes that may be disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised. The boy is thirteen years old. He sits by the window and peers out into the garden. Rocking back and forth on the garden swing is the boy’s frock-coated father.... Leer más →| Hotel by Masticadores
«We Are Alone Now» by Nigel Byng I feel like such a toolHiding behind the pretenseThat the things that I feel aren’t real.Silly fool,I’m about to loseThe best thing that ever happened to meFor the first time in my life, love is being offered for freeA simple man, afraid of what the world would sayOut... Leer más →| Hotel by Masticadores
«Haunting» by Lynn White Everything feels newfreshrefreshedlike a meadowbloomingafter gentle rain.I tell myselfthat’s how I feelrefreshed by gentle rainnot battered by a storm.Sometimes I almost believe it,believe that I’ve left the past behind,our past with its sunshine and shadows.I try to see the sunbut it’s so bright I have to close my eyesand that’s when the tears... Leer más →| Hotel by Masticadores
«Poetry» by Miriam Costa I begin to let my piled-up ideas fall into me… once again, this contradictory set of words I have, which I wrote on a napkin the other day. I practice simply letting go of the harmony steps and now I am writing about pain and its foundations. The handwriting is as... Leer más →| Hotel by Masticadores
«Childless Tents» by Joni Caggiano Kisses like sun dropsdipped in sweet pollen,play youthful cheeksplump with wonder. Faithless somber notesof sorrow yet tarrylost atop the velvet backof an anxious Buckeye. Goldenrod is changingfor Fall calls her new palette,and aging fawns in toastedwoods, seek their lost spots. Funnel spiders dot lawnslike lifeless, white hair-netsperched as childless tentson strands of fading... Leer más →| Hotel by Masticadores
«Grieving Dandelion» by Arshein Detecio In the comfort of my sheets, I’d cry myself to sleep—until I couldn’t breathe.A cry of prayer before the night’s dark creep. A secret I kee…| Hotel by Masticadores
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
A timely celebration of our sadly threatened rivers featuring a rich accumulation of images that in other hands might seem a little over the top but which Ted Hughes carries off by sheer brio. The syntax of the last two lines is a bit elliptical, and I’m not clear if we’re talking about an actual … … Continue reading →| David Sutton
This week one of the greatest and most magical of the Scottish border ballads, Child 39. It’s quite long, so I give just the more dramatic second half; the whole is readily available online, though…| David Sutton
In dialogue with the Qur'an, Ayesha Siddiqi's poem "Sand" animates the inanimate, exploring what toils "in the machinery of the world." The post Sand appeared first on Protean Magazine.| Protean Magazine
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
Writers have their quirks — and sometimes, their writing tools have a few of their own, I know my computer does. But back in the ‘old days’ I used a typewriter. In this playful Halloween poem, I imagine what might happen if an old typewriter refused to rest in peace. Whether you’re a poet, novelist, […]| Jack Ronald Cotner
Beneath the moon’s unholy gleam, Three sisters whisper through the dream. Their hollow eyes, once full of grace, Now mirror stars in death’s embrace. They danced in life with silken pride, Their laughter echoed far and wide. But time, that thief with ghostly hand, Drew veils of dust across the land. Now marble blooms […]| Jack Ronald Cotner
Poetry by Stephen Philip Druce.| The Seattle Star
The virgin played her holy cardBut no halo hides a cunning heartWhen faced with having her name marredThe virgin played her holy cardWhere some see saint, I see avant-guardThe immaculate icon of the blessed tartThe virgin played her holy cardBut no halo hides a cunning heart This is my contribution to this week’s We’ave Written […]| Thru Violet's Lentz
I dream of bonfiresof brittle kindling momentsincandescent youth’sunquenchable thirst for fire Of embers fed by longinghiss-spit of fire startersbattling winter’s frosty breathto no avail I awaken tothe haunt of woodsmoke, acridrepellant, absorbedby the tenuous fibersof life’s frail weave This is my response to the poetry prompt offered this week on Tanka Tuesday. The call was […]| Thru Violet's Lentz
October’s gnarledfingers, petition winter’sgod, for clemency Granny’s weathered hands,woven round her coffee cup,unspools threads of time This is my response to the photo prompt offered this week on SenHai Saturday #22| Thru Violet's Lentz
Hi dear friends, you have me, Willow, as your host this week. I have been offline since the 19th September. Well it’s not all been a picnic, but let’s face it, we cannot expect life to …| Tanka Tuesday
My friend says let’s go to the shooting range and I tell her I don’t know anything about guns. About hunting. About how fun it is to let loose. To pretend we don’t eat microwaveable Mac and cheese …| Rejection Letters
I consider it a rare gift to discover a new-to-me poet, one whose work immediately resonates and whets my appetite for more. Reading Freya Manfred’s poems for the first time was like taking a rejuvenating breath of fresh air, or drinking a tall glass of cool water on a warm day. She often writes about … Continue reading two poems by Freya Manfred| Jama's Alphabet Soup
My absolute favorite thing is finding a poem that is so brilliant that it etches itself on my heart and this poem by Hannah Stephenson did exactly that. I first discovered it in the beginning of September but I have reread it dozens of times since. I picked it for today because it is the| As Kat Knits
Sweet Autumn Clematis Sweet autumn clematis–a solid wall of green and white,full and lush from two small sprouts.A little bit of love from the gardener, sun, and raingoes a long way with nature. These vivid, white, four-petaled blossoms cause me to ponder.What if they were bright, white starsscattered throughout a green sky in the middle […]| Midwest Mary
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
Managing Python dependencies has always been a pain point - from slow installs to version mismatches across projects. uv aims to fix that. The post Tame Python Chaos With uv – The Superpower Every AI Engineer Needs appeared first on ShiftMag.| ShiftMag
We’re thrilled to share that today, on Wednesday, October 15, two Biblioasis books have been announced as finalists for the 2025 Quebec Writers’ Federation Literary Awards! UNMET by stephanie roberts […] The post THE HOLLOW BEAST and UNMET shortlisted for the QWF Literary Awards! appeared first on Biblioasis.| Biblioasis
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
This is my effort for the W3 poetry promW3 poetry prompt provided by Reena Saxena as Poet of the Week. She has asked that we write a Prosimetrum or Versiprose. Using one of the images she provided. In addition, the poetry is limited to 3 to 12 lines. I have tried to avoid the news … Continue reading Looking at Democracy’s Dimming Light→| 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
The color drained from my faceAs my body felt the first arrowAimed at my deep red heartOn targetPiercing the warm fleshDeep into its throbbing pulseBullseye was the wordThat fell from your lipsTriumphant in your accuracyFist-thumping the airYour wicked soul plannedAnd executed my downfallOnly another’s pain could please youAs you salivated your so-called victoryTaking down yourContinue reading "The Day The World Turned Grey"| Poetry For Healing
Strange things can happen when you least expect them.| Poetry For Healing
It is a misconception that being alone is a lonely state. It is far from the truth and in many ways for some it is preferable. Tired of being lost or overshadowed by a partner they recover their individuality and strength.| Poetry For Healing
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Long after the painBad memories lingerBut for every scar I bearI imagine each one is a star That I can wish uponCopyright © 2025 Christine Bolton – Poetry for H…| Poetry For Healing
On Monday and Tuesday, my grandchildren had Fall Break. They spent it with me. The fall mornings have been cooler, so we spent the good part of Tuesday morning outside. This photo was taken at Devil’s Pond in City Park. Stella has downy white goose feathers in her hands, and she’s pointing to turtles out […]| Reflections on the Teche
On Sunday, I presented with my co-author for Were You There? A Biography of Emma Wakefield Paillet at the Old State Capitol in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. The capitol was built in 1850, but the rotunda…| Reflections on the Teche
In “Poem Wedged into the Brittlebush or Poem that Eats What Happened,” Anna Flores captures the unrelenting pain and absence that continue to haunt a family after loss. The poem reveals the slow deterioration of heart and mind as a… The post 2025 Frontier OPEN Winner: “Poem Wedged into the Brittlebush or Poem that Eats What Happened” by Anna Flores appeared first on Frontier Poetry.| Frontier Poetry
In “Wheel of Fortune,” Emery’s command of form reveals how horrors can exist in isolated silos of devastation, weighing heavily on the mind — yet they blur at the edges, bleeding into one another until they become something incomprehensible, vast,… The post 2025 Frontier OPEN Finalists Part Three: Shane Emery and Mahal Garcia Liu appeared first on Frontier Poetry.| Frontier Poetry
In “To the man in my neighborhood who harassed me for ambulatory wheelchair use” Ariana Yeatts-Lonske earnestly challenges our understanding of what is “natural” by collapsing the boundaries between herself and the natural world. Simultaneously nature —high heat, rising rivers,…| Frontier Poetry
Soft morning whispers, alarm chimes startling dreams far, day will never wait! … More When Morning Calls| 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
Autumn thoughts on inheritance, impermanence, and learning to harmonize.| magpiesmagazine.com
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
October is the month I was born and the month my mother died. Sweetness and sadness rolled into one. It …Continue reading →| Deborah J. Brasket, Author
