Poetry

"...the honest hug and housework of the rain in the depths of my soul ..."

"Blue-white brittleness densifies the heart...

"...we go to thrift stores and find the dead..."

"...the koyal sings in the middle of a deserted night..."

"...the paper looks innocent enough--..."

"...ensuring this vessel’s safe route..."

"...when people learn I’m a poet..."

"I know what the neighbors will say..."

“Hey buddy, are you okay?”

"...Small kindness that might guard this place..."

"...the precision that's ever serenading..."

Carol Dickey is based in Portland, Oregon, and her work often explores place, memory, and the ways everyday objects carry meaning across time.

"...Tasha and I lay beside the banks of Lake Michigan..."

"...On my first day..."

"In the fog of pubescence..."

"...Who owns this deep-eyed staring face..."

"...Holding me as if she was meant to..."

"...It’s in them to galvanise, visualise and humanise...."

Shadow, whose roots lie in the deep traditional Urdu poetry, emerged into the English verse a little while ago after a long silence to capture the tears that dwell in the heart and fall on the paper in the veil of dark. Writing from Rawalpindi, Pakistan.

Patricia Reis is retired professor and counselor. Recently put pen to paper to scrib poetry. Her work has been selected for publication and presentation. Her artistic goal is to create words that move the heart and inspire the spirit.

"...syllables weigh the heaviest when put on my soul..."

"...it all seems so long ago..."

"...Her mind rehearsed words..."

"...drifting past exits at the edge of the city..."

"Those who wage wars seek to erase the human being itself..."

"...I love that noir detective lingo...."

"Transatlantic slave trade was a grave crime..."

Jack Phillips Lowe is a lifelong resident of the Chicago area.

"...Diversity and inclusivity are nothing to fear...."

"If it's any consolation..."