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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

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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

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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

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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

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Read Poetry: I AM, by Eftichia Kapardeli

    I’m the sun that heats up  your frozen lips  I am the night rain  who hid the flowers  Browses  In the windswept hole  And your wounded breasts  I am the peace         I’m your new one  wings and freedom  I’m your smile  open intoxicating rose  of foliage   of your heart  I am the rustling    ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ΕΙΜΑΙ   Είμαι ο Ήλιος που ζεσταίνει   τα παγωμένα χείλη σου   είμαι η νυχτερινή βροχή   που κρυφά τα λουλούδια   ξεφυλλίζει   στο ανεμοδαρμένο ακρογιάλι   και στα πληγωμένα σου στήθη   είμαι η γαλήνη   ***  Είμαι τα καινούργια σου   φτερά και η ελευθερία   είμαι το χαμογελό σου   … Continue reading

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Read Poetry: Precious Little Girl, by Murna Safford

 “KNOW WHO YOU ARE” Thick, intertwined tresses flow down her narrow back side. She entered this world with her eyes open wide. Beauty paled only by a graceful allure. A precious, little girl of the world yet unsure. Eyes of … Continue reading

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Read Poetry: THE OUTSIDE, by Prateek Nair

Genre: Dark, Angry, and Life Standing in the outside looking in, The look of innocence resonates the outer skin, But the true being within doesn’t represent where all the outside has been Fond, sweet, and soft to the touch, Seeming heavenly … Continue reading

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