Poetry

"...blinds are open so you can see..."

"A fabric following us..."

"...Absence of Time means no reason to kill Time..."

"...for the child-me it was nirvana..."

"...the expiring city of my frozen childhood..."

"...fungi that can colonize and degrade plastic polymers..."

"...Blue skies disappeared replaced by a steel wool skyline..."

"...Whispered vowels and sigils given form..."

"Poetry is the truth of heart..."

...a reverie with the potential to reveal something ...

"...My imagination?..."

Nayma Chamchoun is a British Moroccan writer, poet and performance poet. Her writing is influenced by her cultural duality.

"...blue, yellow, orange, like the petals of wildflowers..."

"...Don’t we need to keep, animate and treasure friendships?..."

"...staring at the frozen waters and the ice covering the sand..."

"...A barren plot beyond repair..."

"...Annas Bay shoreline where blue herons stand..."

"...I can't hold too much love..."

"My knee aches with age..."

"...she had a beautiful blind date..."

"...what my eyes saw wasn’t an illusion, but reality..."

"...Engines roaring as those few years raced by..."

"...She got completely lost in his maze..."

"... I tuned into an unconscious space..."

Art as poem, poem as art...

"...I rehave fondmems of stalenows and felts longgo..."

"...she’s there to give comfort, even joy..."

Darrell Petska is a retired university engineering editor and three-time Pushcart Prize nominee. Father of five and grandfather of seven, he lives near Madison, Wisconsin with his wife of more than 50 years.

"...we’re not there yet..."

"...Failing health… Failing values… Failing familial ties…"