Poetry

Written By: by: C.M. Meighan It started on quiet walks, alone, in the night. She felt familiar, not haunting, but reminiscent of a past I could not quite place.

Written By: Monica Luo Continue straight for 5 kilometres. Stay in the right lane. Merge onto Highway 1. Take the exit.

Written By: Alex Weimer Get up.  Get up.  Get up.  Morning dove and dew and rise  Bright and blue and sight for sore eyes  World does not sleep and neither should you  No curtains you have for me to seep through  Might be morning might be day  Yet you have

Written By: Alex Weimer

Written By: C.M. Molina By flowers A corpse was there tangled up in a tree's branches

Written By: John Grey Seven crows on a tree branch, seven monks with keen eyes and bowed heads, seven undertakers in wind-blown black coats.