First Blush – Yas Khan Sun flares into the sapphire My canvas rushes to capture Birds flying through wands of gold, grey Language of rainbow wings Strength in wild of day Divine comes through Connecting Heartbeats Sun warms aura of my consciousness Adorning wisdom in my heart I bleed in this odyssey Where tears turn to diamonds A jeweledContinue reading “First Blush – Yas Khan”

Small Talk —Writer in Retrospect

You tell me I’m no fun, But I think I’ve overdosed on it: Years spent laughing, joking; Often feeling none of it. You tell me I should talk some more, But what have I to say? Nothing you would like to hear, So I think it best I stay away. You tell me there’s aContinue reading “Small Talk —Writer in Retrospect”

Rainstorm Romance – Mark Tulin It was a rainstorm infatuation. The clouds romantically dimmed the skies. She looked perfect under the veiled night, deep brown skin, hair dripping of rainwater, eyes as big as saucers. A rainstorm of happenstance that we’ll never regret, even when we’re happily married to someone else. Originally published at The Poetry Bar. read more fromContinue reading “Rainstorm Romance – Mark Tulin”

memories – hazel meadows 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: image:

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 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’”: image:

The "Something Inside" – Intellectual Shaman

There is something inside of a man it is his essence a sense of himself. It can be taken away and it frequently is, but he keeps searching for it because he longs to get it back. It is the substance that looks on misery and sees happiness. It sings to him in pain. ItContinue reading “The "Something Inside" – Intellectual Shaman”

CIIPHER • N°29 – Ricardo Sexton 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”

A Lesson From Rock Bottom – Ena Whiteraven

(as was shared on lunaiswriting) Buffeting winds! Blades of iceLight of a candle calls youCourage and strength both failHope and joy released as birdsShadows of warmth cruelly mock you –Knees give way to an endless descentWith final breath, you cry outFrom the bottomless pit of death.But what is this?Not oblivion, but … a stepSuspendedContinue reading “A Lesson From Rock Bottom – Ena Whiteraven”

Girl of honey – The Feathered Sleep 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”