memories – hazel meadows

https://hazelmeadows.wordpress.com/ remembering you is like being sick and the sun shining outside. the memories are beautiful but I still feel like hell inside for more from this author, please find here here: https://hazelmeadows.wordpress.com/ image: http://www.conversationsmagazine.org/web-features/2018/9/10/wzsa3i79220v5m2xc00bl8mxmq4zob

Museum —Divil the Bit

It’s about that which went before and nostalgia is not an option. So begins the road to the past and I drive down Landseer street. Land seer indeed. What things I’ve seen and shared. But how to proceed? Perhaps in prehistory; rocks and the beginnings of life; a different life in Belfast, aeons ago.I seeContinue reading “Museum —Divil the Bit”

Untitled Poem – Svelte

https://wired4more.wordpress.com/ I look for youbetween the sheetswhere we fell into lovethen into silencea leaden hushstill blankets the woodsmuffling morningeerily stillthe butterflies lay stiffmy fingers are numb and bluethumbing through these pagesback and forthI look for you.– Jen for more from Jen, you cal find her here at “Blase’”: https://wired4more.wordpress.com/ image: https://pixels.com/featured/between-the-sheets-thu-nguyen.html

CIIPHER • N°29 – Ricardo Sexton

https://rsciipher.wordpress.com/ SELF-DETACHED I was grieving for the loss; it’s clearYour love was a part gift, part theftA last farewell hug on a sinking pierA carousel that has no children left Then I laid there among the carrionThinking its flesh would then flightI’m the passenger with no carry onI’m no stranger to strife’s oversight A guessingContinue reading “CIIPHER • N°29 – Ricardo Sexton”

and…love…- Gabriela M (Short Prose)

https://shortprose.blog/ and…this night is jasmine and is sandthe trees are fingers with no endthe earth has eyesthe tears have thighs you…you are the voice of lonely heightsI am the day without sightsa leaf is falling on my hipsinto the air a form of lips and…your touches hide in poetrya flower faints with jealousyyour dreams taste like forbiddenContinue reading “and…love…- Gabriela M (Short Prose)”

Whispered Procession. —Anandkas

Ready to think? What are your thoughts. I am generally intrigued in your reaction. ——– An entire generation becoming a dumb nincompoop just by being existent. The television, the newspapers, the art, the fight, the hungry womb, the stinking fire every frolicking ingredients have become an agenda to create some faithful servants of nonthinking machineries.Continue reading “Whispered Procession. —Anandkas”

Girl of honey – The Feathered Sleep

https://thefeatheredsleepcom.wordpress.com/ You have been in my mind A very long time I wonder how long it takes For a persistent, returning thought To gain permanence Some part of me, an echo of some part of you Even if one way, even if you have no idea, even if I am one of many There’s somethingContinue reading “Girl of honey – The Feathered Sleep”

WILL -Dale Beck

https://futuredaze.blog/ WILL AND IN DEATH THERE IS A PREGNANT PAUSE… LIFE STOPS, IT GESTATES LIKE AN EMBRYO, SITTING JUST ABOVE YOUR HEART, WAITING FOR THE RIGHT TIME TO REAWAKEN. WHEN ALL YOUR LIFE IS INVESTED IN THE DEPARTED… LIFE HAS NO DIRECTION TO FOLLOW. GESTATION IS HARD AND LONG… FRAUGHT WITH THE DANGERS. IT TOOKContinue reading “WILL -Dale Beck”

He's like the wind – Michelle Cook (Her Writing Haven)

https://herwritinghaven.com/ ThereThen goneBack againThen gone againThe cycle never endsI can’t catch himKeep himMake him stayHe’s like the windThrough outstretched armsI come back emptyEvery time © 2020 Michelle Cook get more a’ Michelle’s fine Cookin’ at: https://herwritinghaven.com/

With Guitar in Hand – Robert Okaji

https://robertokaji.com/ With Guitar in Hand for Stephanie With guitar in hand I observe the green beetles bumbling about,the way they careen and crash and flail aimlessly, but to a purpose. Sometimes I attempt one note, only to strike another, or pluckingthree strings simultaneously, focus on the discordant one, which is, of course, me. How doContinue reading “With Guitar in Hand – Robert Okaji”