[tabby title="Poet Bio"] The people are not people without hands soaked in solemn. Ice cold; shivering, They are graves stuck between Heaven and Hell Death is a flag planted in their frozen veins. Yet they walk with splinter covered feet;...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Used to have pillow fights Now they exchange blows Because jobs cost more than just a skill Bosses have needs you fulfill, Single mom trying to make ends-meet Only to meet her end Traded in by her...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] We die not the same death But death mortal rests in, Hearts attack, Minds stop working in a sense that living is of nonsense to some, Death beds cuddlesome, While some die handsome, The very hand reached...

2013 has been an exciting year for Poetry Potion. We set out to publish quarterly journals with themes that writers must pick apart, interpret and produce something amazing thereafter. The first print quarterly, themed On Being Human, was launched at...