Poetry

"...it finds nothing at all in this place..."

"...His absence stains my heart..."

"...shifting sands, where silence finds its nest..."

"... a new, darkish and dancing Friday night..."

"...She emerged the same each time..."

"...you are with me, observing the glowing morning..."

"...A moment of silence waiting to end the rumble..."

"Boxing is not a perfect game..."

"...nugget of living gold..."

Haiku reflection

"...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...."