Author Archives

  • “Darkness” by ShaePoems.

    You taught me that there is good and bad in this God awful place. But now you’re gone Now all can I see is darkness All I can feel is the cold stone that keeps me from crumbling, I can… Read More ›

  • perfume.

    First Draft. Paris, lady’s lipsdeath with us, the perfumeplumbs the sun tothe tulle limbs of flowers, outstretchedbeneath the bloated darkthat bleeds. Recall the icein black roses, the sweetnessof your lipsto fallen last breaths. Final Draft.  Perfume from the bloodlustand silent tributary… Read More ›

  • “Pink Moon Rising” by Kimberly Ray.

    Overlooking the shoreline, a deep sigh forms releasing the exhaust of the day. Blowing out in the direction of the cool breeze, I scan the shore expecting something or someone, but it never comes.  Looking up, the pink moon rises… Read More ›

  • “Interest Paid on Trouble” by Don Matthews.

    Worry’s the advance Interest that you pay On trouble that does seldom Seldom come your way. To check out more of Don Matthews’s work, go here.

  • mad to the moon.

    Frost labors my neck, the snake of womb in there Eastern Europe then the admonitory shores to the oneiric seize of our fruits dismembered with white at the tentacles of spring Gimcrack, exiled in arabian perfumes; shun me, music, like… Read More ›

  • Novel Collaboration (“Identify”): Chapter 6 Part I.

    Darkness wailed, as they shuffled silently ensuring Anastasia had indeed left the basement. Tom balanced himself up with one of the boxes sequestered in the room. “I don’t want to see her,” his eyes twisted shut.

  • “Sex, Alcohol and Sugar” by Don Matthews.

    I seem to spend my lifeIn giving up on thingsThings I like, look forward toRing-a-ding-a-ding I’m told such things are bad for meThat I should wave goodbyeTo smoking, sugar, alcoholGive up, lie back, and sigh Funny? But there’s just one… Read More ›

  • I leave in a deeper silence.

    Death among a void,             existence into the throatof the flowers; but what is it aboutthe death of verse and proseinto the saurian rocks             and night of memorynot myself? Quiet as baby’s breath.             The fall of manis a rarity from fear and falsity             but as… Read More ›

  • “Echo” by Jo Kolar.

    Potential trigger warning: This poem may have references to acts of self-harm. An echo.That vibrates in a soundless roomThat nicks the wallsThat stains the tubThat crumples the sheetsBut leaves me aloneExcept for the scar on my cheekThe things I do… Read More ›

  • autumn.

    squander red rockalone the ladyand darknessto the tidesdislocate Apollo,to pares of boneswed to grief;I shatter likethe blue mooninto fall’s handsin the fingertipsof flowers that were not mine& ghost planetsand shiversreserved to thedeath of the apple,and baby’s dream. © 2020… Read More ›

  • “Reaching” by Introverted Thoughts.

    Written in memories of old Are stories of stars once told. For by virtue of their resilience Did they make the most of their silence. Bruised souls and bleeding scars Facilitated them in going past the bars, Society once imposed… Read More ›

  • to grief.

    bare-bones / wed to abandoning in-uterofingers; the apple burstslike an appendix / and the seabreast to breast / is a mistressto the Kalahari sun/ mouthing /to my moon“death goes to the worms” / alien touch / my love has gone… Read More ›

  • “Humour Don’t Sell Papers” by Don Matthews.

    I’ve just read today’s paper It’s full of doom and gloom Murders, killing, destruction, death Children being groomed Headlines blare out constantly SEX FIEND IS EXPOSED There’s so much negativity (The paper I have closed) Why can’t I read, enjoy… Read More ›

  • leaves are falling.

    the moon is phallus-shaped to split leaves— are falling to my hands; throats of autumnal death, I kiss your hands. © 2020 All Rights Reserved. Written for the dVerse prompt: “What is your idea of an erotic poem? What makes… Read More ›

  • “Heal” by Navnidhi Vyas.

    Harms can be healed by pills How to heal the harms of soul? Remedy is precious yet free Used least wisely yet widely It’s… The magic of “Words” Words can touch and sooth the soul Words can heal others and… Read More ›

  • last flower.

    with the last flower, traveled and scrawled from our mind—across the sun. the moon cracks and reddens as death comes to stardust. ebony époque hikes to the yellow tourniquets; and in-utero shells, plasma glass, her eyes are mine; maniac moon… Read More ›

  • “KFC’s New Artificial Nuggets. Yum” by Don Matthews.

    Just eaten with my mummy (And with my daddy too) KFC’s new artificial Nuggets (spices too) Asked mummy if this artificial Meat was free-range grown? As well as all the herbs and spices Green and yellow brown (She said she’d… Read More ›

  • From my letter to unknown.

    The ilk of the starsthey flicker. Look to the shore,the ebony moon holdsthe yellowunmisted tulips of glassinto the veil of Apollo’s illusion—arbitrary dreamsgo to the red shore; it is Autumn,and I remember you. Eyes go tothe distant mountains in cocktailsof… Read More ›

  • “dream (returning hand in hand)” Poem Published in Free Verse Revolution.

    I’m very happy to announce that my poem “dream (returning hand in hand)” has been published in Free Verse Revolution. It was written for the August submission theme, dreams and nightmares, under my pseudonym. You can read the poem here…. Read More ›

  • her.

    Alabaster the dissociatedMoon; a blood-hunt of my dreams,death the psychosis, torment the arbitrarymind, I dreamed of the topples ofthunderbirds, medusa-ing mouths of darkness, and finalhairs of serpents to planetaryshivers; and celestial deathof the stars, they translatethe whiteness of hills,goat-herding anesthesiain… Read More ›