Poems from Judy Rainbow

A Child's Letter Dear Mommy, Dear Daddy, I’m your child, I’m your dance I’m your music, your young romance I’m your magic looking glass...

Poems from Liz Kelso

Always in Beauty The poems I read are breathtaking and ethereal; like Longfellow writing about Chaucer’s song. I sit down to write, but...

Poems from Merlin Flower

Lay The winding lanes creaked, pleading for abundant love. I am looking for a trace of it, I replied. Post me a mail, a small one will...

Poems from Abigail George

A Heart Can Grow Old I think that she can be as great a photographer as Annie Leibovitz or even Dianne Arbus. On the telephone I can hear...

Poems from Anna Arnold-Wallen

my return A thousand whales bellowing for my return to the place from which I came. I dreamed it was my time to die. hurricane what...

Poems from Rachel Caruso-Bryant

Why Can't Good Girls Say "Fuck"? Since when was cursing not good for the soul? A well-placed fuck has helped many a good girl stay the...

Poems from Amara George Parker

always her she leaves her hair on the pillow like tangles of sunset cobwebs poised to snare my thoughts throughout the day soon, in them,...

Poems from Jacqueline Sue Farley

To Call Her Woman She is Woman. She is female crawling down on her belly, mucked in red river gravy and scrambled over her eggs. She is...

Poem from Jenue Brosinski

Breathe Into Me I remember you promising a night of pleasure. I’m holding you to that. One night is all it takes for you to breathe into...

Poems from Aimee Nicole

A Matriarca Everyone sees the trays of avô’s biscoitos and fresh brewed coffee planted like a curse, unwavering and formidable, in the...

Poems from Atika Dunlop

An Ode to the Trees i want to know how they do it i want to know how they have the patience to sustain hurricane and drought they wait...

Poems from Marya Parral

After the Rain The sky woke up clean today scrubbed fresh and polished to a soft blue shine and the sun arose renewed, its burning heat...

Poems from Kelly Shaw

Trying to Say I have a habit of talking about how bad I am at driving when there’s someone else in the car with me. I’m sure it scares...

Poems from Catherine Zickgraf

Calla She beds him here where islands convect in open sea, breath shifts far off fault lines. Here they are, ...