Remember Your Lips by Francis Conlon

[tabby title="Poem"] In beauty, remember the lips,Not to be missed is the kiss,That comes between word slips,To speak anew that nothing’s amiss. The word or kiss may come at night,Both can have their own appeal,Illuminating soul’s inner light,To illustrate truth’s...

A Staged Life by Bobbie Isabel

[tabby title="Poem"] Nothing is real.Makeup filtersDistorting featuresBringing illusion to life. Nothing is real.Life-like scenariosIn scripted videosSet for the small screen. Nothing is real.Polished backgroundPosing for picturesPoised for the advertisement. Nothing is real.Screen names and profilesHeadshots and resumesSocial media the stage....

Walls From Within by Patricia Furstenberg

[tabby title="Poem"] If these walls could talk,not gossipin sharp, menacing thoughts,but whisperas sweet as a mother’s lesson,teaching in lovewhat they witnessedand learned. If these walls could talkof the times they held someone's back,he, backed against a wall,she, banging her head...

This Land by Nicol Gowar

[tabby title="Poem"] She does not remember whenhe sold her – wanting toescape this arid place. Waiting to replace his bloodshedwith the stories of a new land. She does not remember howhe screamed out to her, beggingto be released – his...

At the end of night by Warren Jeremy Rourke

[tabby title="Poem"] At the end of nightI wakefurious: international socialist resistance, furiousother times, joyous: tiny ladybug on honey euryops joyousoftentimes, sad: you are not here with me, anymore – tears on the pillow, sad.They say, “Bipolar and psychosis”.I guess, I...