Our Balm Word of God by Warren Jeremy Rourke

[tabby title="Poem"] We breakthe boundarybetween life and deathand I accept that we’ve broken lifewith our speaking through, dreams.Fibreoptic cable of our Symposium song.My tears a melody, and loss, of tone. Hagiazo, that ancient Hebrew wordwe know, so well, you and...

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...

“Billy Stands His Ground but Remains a Beast” by Warren Jeremy Rourke

[tabby title="Poem"] “Gnaw in the pit of stomachthat, type of hunger,”says Billy Wethers to the poetwatching Nanny Doe being litas if from within, by sunshine. “Strange to think the suntravels all this way just to behow we see each other,”remarks...

Ocean Provision by Warren Jeremy Rourke

[tabby title="Poem"] Rhythm, free from the ocean, the long lift and breakof memory, from the deep.At the shoreline the ever reach, reach, reachof just your smile, our lost moment, and that sunburnt day. All our experiences roll to me, my...