Category: Poetry

red apple on a gray background 0

Lunch—deferred

All he needed to do was print his answers. But when he plugged his Alpha Smart into the printer and keyed the sequence to print, the device failed. We waited—in vain—for help from Astor’s...

narrow streets Bruge with bicycles and cobble stones 0

A Snapshot of Bicycling around Bruges

I can’t remember how I met them. Or their names. They were college students abroad, like me. We rented bikes, toured the city and surrounding countryside. We visited the city square first, where the...

Back Alley 0

Alleyways

One step, and a thick, warm fog wraps around me. My head swims; my eyes grow heavy. I can barely see- everything is blurry. I know that I’ve been here before, And in my...

life poem 0

Boomerang

Life Poem Sometimes it comes back… Like cat who’s been away on a spree, Or like the smell of a night flower, Blooming again for the summer. Sometimes it comes back, And it feels...

bartender pouring draft beer in a pub 0

Belgium Brew Reminiscence

Belgian Saison, a lager served at a Suffern bar with an English pub feel and an American look. Brick-walled, with dark-salmon and mustard-yellow facades. Surrounded by poets, all writing. Do I feel like one...

Good Poems 0

Shifting Sands

Poem   The moon hangs low In a crimson sky Shifting sands upon A shining shore I see here standing there She is still I can see how the wind plays With her golden...

Pantoum Love Poem 0

Heart: A Short Pantoum

Pantoum Poem The heart must crack. To accept more love, first it will break. It will become full and burst into one thousand sparking bits. To make room, the heart must split its seams...

mind the gap english poetry 0

Mind The Gap

Poem   I was reading Fear and Loathing for the first time in years, when a train appeared at the station and footsteps filled my ears. As the platform cleared I noticed a girl...

broom against a gray wall haibun 0

Brooms Out Back

The broom rests against the vinyl siding adjacent to the storm door. Its yellow bristles scatter out like unkempt hair from one side. A black foam guard overlays a gray plastic staff. Mira steps...

existencial poetry 0

Beyond the Horizon

Poem I want to feel Close to existence Outside me, outside cities And suburbs and streets, Outside humanity, Something closer to the movement of the light, The sun moving across the sky, The sight...

moth on a window with dust and blue light 0

Into and Out of

A moth emerges from the darkness outside. A touch on glass, a blurring of wings and it returns. Flying through a reflection of the kitchen, as though it made it inside. fallen leaves on...