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Poetry Reading: Morning by, Vihang A Naik
Performed by Val Cole What is the theme of your poem? I have been always in pursuit of going beyond physical. Going beyond physics. I consider physical body is weak but the spirit is strong. Spiritualism, perhaps can be the … Continue reading
Poetry Reading: Blue Remembered Hills by Cas Greenfield
Performed by Laura Kyswaty What is the theme of your poem? The passage of time… What motivated you to write this poem? I live as much ‘in the moment’ as I am able and the smallest of events can inspire … Continue reading
Poetry Reading: Isadore Greely’s Place, by DE Navarro
Performed by Val Cole What is the theme of your poem? Never prematurely judge things by appearance and always expect the unexpected. Also, secondarily, it is intended to simply be a scary thriller. What motivated you to write this poem? … Continue reading
Read Poetry: Monachopsis, by Stephen Perro
Draped in Liquid Laughter Dawned with Pretentious Hope fraught with silent Resolve silent Resignation I clamor; I wait Pressed against the glass against the glass of self-indignation Watching people engage & Smile on the other side of the window It begins … Continue reading
Read Poetry: DEFAULT STATE, by Eduardo Escalante
“CHANGE your switch”, I’m stepping out of the sad resounding of adulterated answers. They hurt like bites. The lies cage of likely beaten I root through God’s absence. The hatreds bringing desolation to the innocent while somewhere so close maybe. You know sudden black. Don’t you remember? Take It out. Someone will remember time’s up. Bitter lies, pallidly interweaving. Outside my door, Back to your hell. And something Important I’ve always been trying to say Love. Not a foreign Kingdom or a cold headstone without an epitaph. * * * Watch Poetry performance readings: Watch Poetry made … Continue reading
Read Poetry: Desks, by Tessa Foley
He would never have told her, drawn and cauterised He watched her in cold concentration and believed She’d one day touch his knee on motorways and wear his Own green shirt to draw the curtains. He can note she’s not … Continue reading
Read Poetry: Writer’s Life, by Eirini Antoniou
It was a sad and cloudless morning I took my pen out of my kit And put a feather in my head Did I really think it would help me to write best? I ate an apple and drunk some tea but the ideas were still not pouring out of me. I started crying from despair then I went to the fridge to eat a pear. “Let’s see a movie” I told myself “Or read a book that would be the best!” I run with joy up and down even my spider thought: “we have a crazy one around” The evening found me in the bathtub thinking “that’s it, my fate as a writer it’s done”. I threw away my pens and pencils even my favorite notebook full of sketches. Two months passed and I still cry. I always thought I would be a writer for life. I walk pass the places I loved to write and I don’t speak with people I used to inspire. Friends have left me all alone and I have no one to turn to when I feel alone. They say “you act like your best friend died” which is true my writing has gone out of sight! Searching and searching I sat by the sea I closed my eyes and my mind was full of dreams. An empty page came my way and I started writing about my long day. … Continue reading
