Poetry

"...the day’s new sun rising through the Highveld’s haze..."

"...one day she’ll be gone, leaving a vacancy..."

"...hand-hewn obelisks between barren golden oak branches..."

"...ash in the streets and downriver..."

"...For the majority, it has been a lumpy, lousy and thorny wobble..."

Amanda Niamh Dawson was raised in London, Boston, and Washington, DC. She worked in art and publishing in New York and now lives in Northern California.

"...Driving the twisting roads of the Cascades..."

"...If they take off, they continue..."

"...Her hill holds her until time runs away..."

"...damn infernal updates..."

"...the moonless night is so complete in itself..."

"...There are cameras enough..."

"...are you sure you have the correct door..."

"...the echoes of African drums and ululations..."

"...windows are unhappy lamps are leaving home..."

Daniel Moreschi is a poet from Neath, South Wales, UK, who experienced a significant turning point when his ongoing battle with severe M.E. upended his life. However, during this period, he also rediscovered his passion for poetry, which had remained dormant since his teenage years.

"...To be full of awe, joy, and wonder..."

Malkam is an aspiring author living in Three Oaks, MI, brewing beer by day and writing novels by night.

"...What a surprise, her being here..."

"...Dead to me, to my friends, to the world...."

"...Once again we have escaped..."

Water haiku

"...life's harder on earth's satellite..."

"...Low-rent experiences are allotted to most of us..."

"...an abode that houses hopes and happiness..."

"...how you treat her depends on respect..."

Bob is a Doctor Emeritus, retired Palliative Care Physician at Northern Light, Eastern Maine Medical Center, previously a general and thoracic surgeon.

"...you’ll fall in love again..."

"...and soon discover we have lost something along the way..."

"...warm with love and wisdom..."