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The pen and the brush are all I have

June 20, 2025September 20, 2025Oormila V. Prahlad 0

An exploration of the artist’s dilemma – the guilt and necessity of creating beauty amidst unimaginable global suffering and strife.

Start Stop (There Once Were No Flowers)

June 20, 2025September 20, 2025Benito Vila 0

A reflection on the need for understanding, mercy and discovery in all things involving other people. There is no final, or last, Stop.

Buried Prehistory

June 20, 2025September 20, 2025Chris Litsey 0

I found a dinosaur buried under a boulder in the hills near the Ohio River. I wondered what he saw from his trapped perch.

Enforcerage

March 20, 2025June 20, 2025Anselm Eme 1

Enforcerage is a poignant and evocative exploration of the struggle for justice and freedom across Africa.

Burning Books

March 20, 2025June 20, 2025Michael Braswell 0

“Burning Books” reflects on the rise of anti-democratic influence and the impact of disinformation on social media.

Full of Woe

March 20, 2025June 20, 2025Lindsay McLeod 0

A short comparison of Then to Now.

Regarding Eros

March 20, 2025June 20, 2025Scott Stephens 0

The true nature of Eros.

Comforting Wounds

March 20, 2025June 20, 2025Barbara Arenburg 0

People grieve with us for a time, but healing alone is ours.

Tic toc

March 20, 2025June 20, 2025Colin Ian Jeffery 0

Time, relentless and hard
Sweeps me swiftly forward

Transcendence

March 20, 2025June 20, 2025Nolo Segundo 0

Transcendence
is eating a peach

Street Artist

March 20, 2025June 20, 2025Arvilla Fee 0

I have always been fascinated by people who paint outside, especially in the heart of a city. They seem so immersed in their work.

Just Another Poet

March 20, 2025June 20, 2025Michael Lee Johnson 0

Just another poet. There will always be another poet to take my place.

let it be

March 20, 2025June 20, 2025Scott Taylor 0

let insanity run its course let wells dry and thoughts go awry embrace the natural rivers of intention let the sound of silence become…

To M.

March 20, 2025June 20, 2025Gabriella Garofalo 0

Maybe these words are my Ariadne’s thread whenever I lose my bearings in that absurd maze they unwisely call life.

The Music Plays On

March 20, 2025June 20, 2025Trevor Cunnington 0

A gatling gun of a poem, splicing and juxtaposing the mundane and the horrific and how they’re intertwined.

Happy Birthday Dad

March 20, 2025June 20, 2025Duane Anderson 0

Written on my father’s 100th birthday. Even though he left this world many years ago, he will never be forgotten by me.

Ruminating Spume

December 20, 2024March 20, 2025Sultana Raza 0

A bottle on a Mediterranean beach provokes childhood nostalgia.

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