Poetry

Why? May 9  By Andra Espinoza-Hunter   Why do I have to work twice as hard? For you to see me Not the me as in the …

A Purple Rainsong April 30 by Tys Sweeney A perfect orange-purple haze With percolated sunlight rays Graces morning pure…

April 28 by Adham Sobhy Getting ready to step inside the court To battle it out with my appointment Carrying my squash r…

Stages of the Ride April 27 by Evan Grohowski  The egg is happily guided up the chainlift, The dented egg is scrambling …

All That I am April 26 by Mr. Fortunato Loneliness is a world devoid of innocence. Like a ghost within a ghost, in the m…

The Line April 25 by Tys Sweeney There is no incorruptible good, and no unassailable vice. In a good man there lurks mal…

  Death Asked Life April 24 by Janice Negvesky Death asked Life What it meant to try To be forgotten, left under th…

April 22 Gold by Tys Sweeney   Gaudy rims of copper and pressed brass A chess board floor elaborate with age No bri…

My World April 22 by Rebecca Xi I sit here gazing at the blue painted pole around which is twisted a cheap plastic vine.…

April 20 Solace by Tys Sweeney I’ve got this little place Deep inside my writhing mind A site of pure calm Where chaos a…