Marie-Claire Bancquart (translated by Wendy Hardenberg) Paroles Exorcisées de l’essentiel marchant de faille en faille barrées par des vols d’oiseaux nos paroles du moins étaient comme un silence de dormeur qui rêve au silence en plein fracas des bulldozers. Words Exorcised of the essential marching from flaw to flaw criss-crossed by flights of birds at […]
Read MoreDavid Black Homelessness My bed is made of cement and the sign above it reads, “No parking tow-away zone”, this is my address. David Black started writing poetry as a way to cope with a mental illness and has a self-described eclectic style.
Read MoreDavid Black Mental Illness My memories told of a persistent dream, where the night was not quiet and sleep didn’t matter. David Black started writing poetry as a way to cope with a mental illness and has a self-described eclectic style.
Read MoreKaren Fitzpatrick In Your Absence Sometimes I imagine I am my own ghost walking up the stairs. Karen Fitzpatrick loves John Ashberry’s phrase “time is an emulsion.”
Read MoreJohn Hawkhead As a ghost moon sails the ridge memories of childhood fill her eyes with shadows. John Hawkhead is a writer and illustrator from the South West of England whose book Small Shadows is available from Alba publishing.
Read MoreJosé Enrique Medina Bill Died The world moved one degree, and only Bill’s friends noticed. José Enrique Medina received his BA in English from Cornell University.
Read MoreDavid Brehmer The Zen of Surviving Trauma lodges in one’s joints like shrapnel, sometimes burning, sometimes tearing, sometimes waiting to burn. David Brehmer is a technical writer by day and a poet by day and night, but prefers to just be known as a Minnesota-born writer, drummer, husband, and father.
Read MoreElizabeth Gauffreau Walking with My Mother We walk along the roadway, you and I, two osteoporotic women falling into Indian summer. Elizabeth Gauffreau writes poetry by ear in Nottingham, New Hampshire.
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