Poetry

"Honeyed words take you nowhere..."

"...What I must do is to not cause damage..."

"...the colour of the sun on a Saturday morning..."

"...He should be scurrying away by now..."

"...bubbled coffee cup ring impressions..."

"...You’re often seen as a symbol of plenty..."

"...a sliver of light shall obliterate the darkness..."

"...The beast owns the neon maze of the free streets..."

"...she was not allowed to touch..."

"...a man so broken within himself..."

"...he dares the iced incisors of the Alps to France..."

"...he dances like a manic animal..."

"The two tall and talkative teenagers were debating..."

Haiku. Part of the ongoing series, reflecting the life and times, especially in this part of the globe.

"...You are here to live the company’s life..."

"...Long-haired hippy guys playing Frisbee..."

"...I try to stand steady ..."

"...it’s a good thing, maybe the best for creatives..."

"Atheist, anarchist, Spanish refugee..."

"...a chill that will never warm..."

"For years it was a briar patch..."

"...speaking the living truth..."

"...The bard’s pen built a bond..."

A rengay collaboration

"...We all live for something..."

M. Benjamin Thorne is an Associate Professor of Modern European History at Wingate University. Possessed of a lifelong love of history and poetry, he is interested in exploring the synergy between the two.

"...the tender, the kind, the caring..."

"...It smells something strange – human..."

"...the germinating seed that grows..."

"...Chaos scrambles the pattern’s picture..."