Category: Poetry
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Orphans…by G. Mramor
I felt these ragamuffins were orphans, so how their clothes hung dirty on their dirty flesh, so how their lives hung dirty into the grime and grunge of what their hands wrought, so how gentle and angelic they seemed. A whole new race of artists are they and from out of the earth they came,…
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You are…by G. Mramor
You Are
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Pulsessor – Poem by M. Pitter
Pulsessor
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norml – Poem by J Gawrych
norml
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Conclusion – Poem by B Bullock
Conclusion
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I was a young boy…by G. Mramor
I was a young boy blind to an abounding pain when first the flame came to me and opened vision in a night’s embrace and then left me bleeding running behind a trail of smoke. So I toiled night and day that the two ceased to seem and time became one madness stoked.
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The burning flame…by G. Mramor
At first, I like many other men and women before my dawning was scared to touch the burning flame, I spoke: if I but touch a leaf, will will remain me? if I but touch a leaf, will love remain me? if I but touch a leaf, will life remain me?
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I see you man…by G. Mramor
I see you man, your words are old and tired, and your books are green-leaved and barren, I see you man, shuffling your faltering body to the bench a respite for the lost moments near age’s end, and a breath to recapture the lost passage of time and some words now smoldered into air, I…
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I see you woman…by G. Mramor
I see you woman, your age is bent into its own shadow, and your body has fallen back into your shadow, I see you woman, your time is petulant, and your eyes are silver-pale seeing nothing, I see you woman, grey twists and black knots of hair come falling to the ground as your hands…
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The Silent Siren by Dominque Lee
I stripped and skinny dipped down into your eyes the night you left me. Cold, cold, murky waters, deep black sockets. Your hands were in your pockets. I rose trembling on your shore.
