Cyst by Bogdan Dragos

you ever just sit or lay on your bed and stare at the ceiling and wonder if you’ve ever eaten meat from an animal that was the offspring of another animal you’ve eaten? I’ve once read an article about the food industry’s secret glue that can paste together the meat belonging from many animals and…

A Loving Taste by Terveen Gill

I killed my dog and ate it. Nothing to apologize about. He was old and blind. His days were numbered. I might have done him a favor. A beagle with the cutest face. Quite the looker. Stole a private place in my heart the first time we met. Couldn’t think of another. I could have…

you cannot kill a poet by Bogdan Dragos

young people, they think nobody has the same thoughts as them they take great pride in some made up originality as if really nobody ever thought up scenarios of themselves descending some rope from some helicopter and dropping in the middle of enemy forces and starting to shoot around, all movie like ‘an shit and…

Blue Sails by Sebastián Iturralde

(Authors blog) Very few know the edge of the Earth… beyond the maps that are shown to the crowds; beyond the idea of ​​a floating sphere in the void. At the true end of the known world, saling the dark and turbulent icy waters, doing everything possible to maintain their ship afloat━Ivan and his crew…

School Zone by Mathew Robins

(Link blog Mathew) Jack smashed the alarm clock. It was 6 a.m. Jack, like every other weekday morning, rolled out of bed and poured himself some whiskey. He drank so much whiskey so fast, by 6:45 he was hammered, according to plan. Then, like every other weekday morning, Jack grabbed the keys to his prized…

Commute – Corona Virus edition by Tina Cleveland

(Authors Site) Sitting down rapidly in a newly vacated seat, Stuart claimed his prize, a seat on the 8:00am tube to Shepherds Bush, a rarity for this time of day. Although he was usually a gentleman and would give his seat away to anybody, today he was not feeling so charitable.             9/11 changed everything…

HIS PRINCESS by Terveen Gill

(Author´s site) I don’t know where I am. I was somewhere and now I’m nowhere. Time? What’s that? It used to be something, but now I can’t remember. Who am I? My name? A girl lived inside me, but now she’s gone. Lost? Or dead? No, she’s run away. Hiding. Waiting for the nightmare to…

A TEAR FOR MUSSOLINI by Mike Steeden

blog mikesteeden I hear you shed a tear for Mussolini how very little I knew of the workings of your mind on that night seed embraced egg Then later you, your heart in one hand a cigarette in the other your eight months tumescent belly a radiance I think was lost to you though not…

When I Close My Eyes by Terveen Gill

When I close my eyes, I see him. Not merry pictures of the past. But that final glimpse of him falling. I’m convinced I saw it happen. I want to believe that he wasn’t alone in his last seconds. My eyes had him covered, though they offered only horror. No outstretched hand, no gigantic leap,…

MUSIC IN SCARS

by Steve Clark 1. the white of our bones. our heads out the car window comets breaching our teeth bent with the bite of hexagons, tetrahedrons cacography of smoke whistling through our eyes tea leaves, bones, the skeleton of centuries laid bare ochre and yellow a fox’s bones toxic plasma singing hymns in ancient texts…

Marga Clark presents her new book Atisbos in Madrid

Marga Clark’s tenth collection of poems, Atisbos, in manner of a dialogue with the unsayable, revisits her themes of the brevity of time, disintegration and oblivion. The poems ignite our own darknesses, weave uncertain destinies, transform the imaginary into real, always leaning into the invisible. One of her poems whispers: I bleed to ashes. In another, she exhorts: The…

THE DAY A TRUTH DIED by Mike Steeden

Blog mikesteeden Identical snowflakes A bona fide rarity? A miracle? Only the sage can say And he is far away Measuring hailstones Bermuda she recalls Yet here In the frozen lands North of nowhere She is compelled To tell of To show To someone To anyone Her immaculate Inconceivable find Fail in this Then it…

The Hunt by Sebastian Iturralde

Link Blog Sebastian The tribe still sleeps in the cave while their leader is comfortably lying next to his woman; the warmth of her body huddles him. His eyes lost beyond the cave’s ceiling while his mind goes through the preparations; today he will be leading the hunt to the northern foothills’ forest. Only two…

alive today by Bodgan Dragos

there was a new guy in the park among the homeless He arrived just after the mayor had eradicated all the tents and improvised huts and it was easy to spot him He was the one who always had a book in his hand, always reading “Check out the new guy,” they said. “An intellectual….

TAKEN HOSTAGE AGAIN by Terveen Gill

Blog Terveen Thirty years of life and I’ve been taken hostage – twice. The first time, my mind was the culprit. The doctor said it was paranoia. I didn’t leave my home, convinced someone (or something) might murder me. Or even worse… I spoke to no one. But the voices came for me. The shadows,…

Bogdan Dragos -Third Time

This morning he sent his third part (third time) of poems that we will publish every Wednesday. I personally thank the author who has many followers who value his written work. j re crivello founder of Masticadores (*) life’ll smile father punched him lightly in the shoulder and said, “Hey, keep that chin up, buddy….

Revelation

by Daniela Topîrcean I could see with my heart’s eyes the colours that waved around us like flames above mysterious treasures buried in the mountains. We were trying to touch them but they dripped fluid between our fingers hugged. The flames were turning, they were taking root in ourselves they were sprouting, they grew and…

THE LAST AFTERNOON GATHERING by Mercedes Freedman

Summer holiday conversations over lunch in this house are not what they used to be. Through the years, while sitting here in the pergola’s shade, Manuel and I have heard our children and grandchildren debate their ideas loud and fiercely. From those heated discussions what remains now is their sitting on the patio looking lugubrious…

The Things They Carried by Michele Lee

On August 7, 2021 By Michele Lee A young man marchingcarrying what is unseenfighting his own war Several years ago, one of my students visited me after school to talk about issues he was dealing with. Not criminal in nature but serious struggles that would challenge even the strongest adult. We talked for a while…

something about smartphone addiction by Bogdan Dragos

I liked her dad He was an interesting guy preached all day long about smartphone addiction while his daughter was on her smartphone, ignoring him “A human life,” he was saying. “Controlled by a piece of plastic with lights. A destiny completely determined by a machine designed by corporations to become god, to claim souls….