Spinning While stroboscopes and gallop hooves deceive the eye, as speed spoke wheels, I’m well aware our cycle lives (though don’t assume re-birth – I
Tag: Poetry
Fingering By Aida Bode
Fingering So, which finger of morality should I exploit? can I disentangle from this spinning quoit? a digit offers cover along with failure behind it
WITH HER DYING MOTHER By Victoria Woolf Bailey
WITH HER DYING MOTHER I see them stand in public embrace. The reason that I cry – this moment in time, a spot of grace,
Strains of Now By Joe Murray
Strains of Now A Villanelle The past is all our nows in effigy Well suited for burning on a pyre Our future bathed in bright
Three Poems By Matthew King
There Was No Light Left On Above the Door There was no light left on above the door. The house sat hunched in darkness like
Mind Your Step By Rayne Lacko
Mind Your Step Stones, bronze, winter, gray. Fogged breath. Speckled dew on boots treading pebbled path. Rayne Lacko believes music, language, and art connect us,
Grand Little Things 