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”
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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
Crime Poetry 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 inContinue reading “Losing an Eye”
Midnight Meeting
Dark Poetry 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 herContinue reading “Midnight Meeting”
Letting Go
Dark Poetry By Brianna Malotke From this cage of fingersdeeper and darkershe cast his ashescarried off by the wind,dispersed amongst the fallen leaves,clinging to damp greenery.The crisp fall airand recent rainfallmade this moment eerily peaceful.She stayed still.There was no blame,no more arguments or hostile moments.His not so innocent ashesscattered across the gravesof others who hadContinue reading “Letting Go”
Final Resting
Dark Poetry By Brianna Malotke The crispness of the airSeeped through the cracksEvery now and then a smallBreeze would stir herAnd awaken her.Darkness enveloped herThe silence no longerScreaming, but welcoming. Days and days had passedSince she had arrived hereAnd been enclosed in these Four walls. The smell of dirt and Fresh cut grassMixed with dyingContinue reading “Final Resting”
Nightmare
Poetry By Melekwe Anthony Black, the shadow that sings. Dizzy and dreamy, I wake up six minutes past midnight to a crackling at my window. Shapeless figures hovering in the moonlight, Humming ‘Birds of Winter Crawl’. I pull the blanket to my freezing abouts. This is not a dream. I know that song. My deadContinue reading “Nightmare”
Not All Poems Rhyme
By Lynne M. Chin PROLOGUE House of painThere was no one to helpThere was no one who would believe itThe previous night’s beating was the last oneThe latest threat was the final oneThe only way to break the cycle THE LAST DAY Phone call from the chief of police Can you get over to theContinue reading “Not All Poems Rhyme”
Grasp The Madness
By Devin Farmer A correctional officer’s duty is misconstrued and scorned by those shrouded in ignorance, Continuous torment, mentally and physically, swirled vigorously with a battle of intellect. The madness hidden within, patiently waiting, watching, striking at first insecurity unveiled. Remain vigilant and unpredictable, express empathy not sympathy, portray insensitivity, Obtaining and maintaining these attributesContinue reading “Grasp The Madness”