By John E. Marks The old pub on the corner lost beneath a motorway junction;Stands in a similitude of snow now. Its windows are gone the wayOf the church spire from whence the müezzin calls a different faithful to prayer.The bronze statue of an eminent Victorian child abuserGlowers over what was once his property, his factory, hisContinue reading “Inner City Blue”
Category Archives: Poetry
Christmas Roses
By John E. Marks You can interrogate roses all you likeBut do not lie. The rain waters you too.In this human garden it is you who is the flower. Roses at the graveside:Blood red petals grown from the groundAn abyss of petals? Fervent and well paid scholarsArgue, when babies cry,That’s one in eye for scholarsContinue reading “Christmas Roses”
They Killed My Little Brother
By KeKeDreams My friend my brother I miss you dearly This one hit more than deep bro Dam bro I was just with you I lost my brother to murder crime Left his blood, family beyond hurt We all crying Said he was called for somebody else’s beef They wrong, they have to leave youContinue reading “They Killed My Little Brother”
Murder In Poetry
By Jennifer Jennings Daves They found her thereFloating among the reedsA curious smile spread across her faceAs though she had justLooked into the eyes of her loverDeath had not stolen the light of her eyesShe still retained a mischievous lookA glowing glintingOf knowing somethingNo one else didYou could almost hear the bubbly laughAs though theContinue reading “Murder In Poetry”
Two Bullets
By Bogdan Dragos she came out of the bathroom withthe pink towel wrappedaround her and foundhim sprawled on the bed very thoughtful He held in his right handtwo bulletsthat he constantly rubbed against eachother with a kindof obsession She jokingly said, “So, one for meand one for you?” “No,” he said. “One for everyone elseContinue reading “Two Bullets”
The New Guy
By Bogdan Dragos there was a new guy in the parkamong the homeless He arrived just after the mayor haderadicated allthe tents and improvised huts and it was easy to spot himHe was the one whoalways had a book in his hand, alwaysreading “Check out the new guy,” theysaid. “An intellectual. Heh, hey buddy,what youContinue reading “The New Guy”
Not Ready to Join the Stars Just Yet
By Bogdan Dragos the girl with burnt face andfaded eyeswould call out to him She would call out to him in those nightsof wandering alone around thetownas a way to combat insomnia She was barefootand wore but a simple nightgownand if he got close enoughshe would reach for his hand caress it a few timeswhileContinue reading “Not Ready to Join the Stars Just Yet”
Green Cotton Candy
by Bogdan Dragos from 07:30 in the morning and until09:00 he stands bythe clothes storeand stares at his image in the gray window He’s wearing a green suitthat now looks kinda brown and feelsin the same timeheavy with accumulated dirtand light with missing patches The people pass by him and look eitherat their phones orContinue reading “Green Cotton Candy”
Losing an Eye
by Brian Beatty Back in the grunge ninetieswhile taking a breather between sets my college buddy Paul who played guitar and sangfor the cover band headlining that nightwas out front of this dive bar finishing his smoke when he was jumped by drunk townies wielding broken beer bottles.One of them he stabbed in the facewithContinue reading “Losing an Eye”
Midnight Meeting
By Brianna Malotke Sitting quietly on the stone benchThe damp, brisk air had a chillOr was it just in her bones?Goosebumps on her arms andWhispers in the windWaiting for his arrivalShe sat watching the moonlightBounce off of the headstonesThe soft grey markersDotting her view, she waitedThe ticking of her watchThe soft tap-tap-tapOf her heart inContinue reading “Midnight Meeting”
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