Day: April 18, 2022

Lies by Bharath Upendra

Image Source: Canva You try and let go but I hold on to your hands, fingers intertwined, tighter. You pull with much greater force than my heart can shelter and I leave you, at once. It’s not physical, but an emotional force that pushes me away from you. I walk forward in that inertia, following … Continue reading Lies by Bharath Upendra

Beyond – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: by cottonbro at pexels.com “Reality doesn’t impress me, I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.” Anais Nin Beyond I could describe this by mundane anatomy, by arcane physiology, or even psychology, naming steps, movements, the exhaustion of language spent … Continue reading Beyond – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

The Warrior Within. Revised.

Today ten years after I originally wrote this poem, the reluctant poet read my poem The warrior within. I originally wrote this poem in 2012 when I was on the road to recovery after breaking my back for the second time! I visited that post and I have rewritten it here. Thanks to the reluctant … Continue reading The Warrior Within. Revised.

Haibun for the friend who never left

The NaPoWriMo prompt couldn’t be more appropriate. My husband had a dream a few nights ago, more vivid than any dream he had ever had before. In the dream, he walked into the kitchen where I was preparing a meal. The children were in and out, talking. He stopped in surprise. Finbar was lying at … Continue reading Haibun for the friend who never left

cloudless drifter, Published at MasticadoresIndia

I am so pleased to announce that my poem, cloudless drifter, is now available at MasticadoresIndia. Thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece. cloudless drifter oranges and limes fill the skya scent reminiscent of another time when love was like a drop of … Continue reading cloudless drifter, Published at MasticadoresIndia

Freedom Is A Crime – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: image.freepik.com “You cannot buy the revolution. You cannot make the revolution. You can only be the revolution. it is your spirit, or it is nowhere.” Ursula K. Le Guin Freedom Is A Crime The reign of soft comfortable terror, the reign of necessity is upon us, everything defined by power is suddenly sacred, democracy … Continue reading Freedom Is A Crime – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Art is Agony

The way things are,I’m having hard time being okay with that.They say- forever never lasts long,HOW to be okay with that? I see my friends turning to art,Reading shit and calling shots.WHAT is the meaning of art?WHERE do I shoot my shot? I’m afraid of asking questionsfor all my WHAT go unnoticed.The cat on my … Continue reading Art is Agony

In Search of a Smile

I was in the partial state of not knowing if I was awake or still dreaming; it had been another fitful uncomfortable night, mostly involving a donkey braying and the snores and snorting of Ibrahim, or, to be fair, that could also have been the donkey, either way, I was now fully aware that someone … Continue reading In Search of a Smile

Still Winter?

Today’s post comes from Ben There’s a lot of people reading this blog we don’t know where they’re at. I hope everyone is surviving whatever weather is going on in your area. Snowstorms, tornadoes, cold rain, or maybe you’re somewhere where it’s hot and rainy. Any event, I hope you’re surviving. My chives are coming. … Continue reading Still Winter?

Golden energy, or: Mental slough

Poetry Partners #76 ‘Sylphs of the Air’, a poem by MistyBlue of ‘wsarwmzansipens’ Only The Two of Us, a painting by Kiril Stanchev Beyond words, the ephemeral beauty of willows a picture paints. Adorning lakes and rivers, golden energy stream through strings of leaves. Sylphs of the Air sing in-between Love’s enfolding heart-centred harmony. MistyBlue: … Continue reading Golden energy, or: Mental slough

Brant Migration

The black brant are back from the coast of Mexico and California. These small sea geese are on their northerly migration to their nesting grounds, mostly in the  coastal areas of the Canadian Arctic. The long daylight hours of the far north allow plenty of time for the young to feed on plants and insects … Continue reading Brant Migration

Happy/Sad : A Poem

Smile to the moonSmile in the gloomHappiness will bloomIn your mind now soon Kind to the moonKind in every gloomKindness will bloomIn your mind now soon Sad to the moonSad in every roomSadness became gloomThat hung in your mind soon Blame to the moonBlame in every roomBlameness became doomIn your heart so soon Happy like … Continue reading Happy/Sad : A Poem