Poems published in Piker Press, a weekly journal of arts and literature.
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"...My heart became a body of thoughts..."
"... sexy and sensitive and everywhere..."
Memories in haiku
"...found here in the wakening light..."
Collaborative Tan-renga
"...Bruce Wayne’s still got all of the money..."
"...slogs and limps of this withered day..."
"...We hurt others with burns that bruised us..."
"...a vivid picture in the mind of the reader..."
"...like some kind of post-post-modern abstract sculpture..."
"...a verse that splatters with golden ochre..."
...our sanctuary with high school barely behind us...
"... trilling song of wonder filling the air..."
"...the sound of water echoes..."
"...Just funny how you said it..."
"If I'm sometimes insolent..."
"...Solar energy is life..."
"...the guardian of many blissful melancholies..."
"...unlettered in those with feathers..."
Christopher Fried lives in Richmond, VA and works as an ocean shipping logistics analyst.
"...The flirt without a boundary..."
"...From the cliff of dreams I leap this night..."
"...How quaint I thought..."
"...To make and drink coffee? Sit in the sun?..."
"...He loves to ring the bright wind chimes..."
"It can’t fit in a single skull..."
Expat New Yorker James Penha (he/him) has lived for the past three decades in Indonesia.
"...Seasons and time come and go..."