Moon. A Poem by Mitch Grabois

 

The moon is ten miles away
There’s a strange pull on my body
in my ears
It has nothing to do with gravity
which has become enormous
 
My own body has become enormously large
and simultaneously, microscopic
It’s a weird symptom I brought with me
from childhood
It used to bother me more
I don’t know what it means
I think it may be something profound
I think I may be an alien
I’ll find out for sure later
It’s likely I’m more hideous
in my alien form than in my human form
 
I work for the Nabisco company
I eat cookies for lunch
I haven’t brought lunch since I was somewhere
in my early twenties
I eat Fig Newtons all day and night
I go to the barbershop and they call me Tiny
I have dark, luxurious hair
The barbers all tell me it’s a pleasure
to cut
 
 
 

 
 
Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois has had over twelve-hundred of his poems and fictions appear in literary magazines in the U.S. and abroad, including POETRY LIFE AND TIMES. He has been nominated for numerous prizes. His novel, Two-Headed Dog, based on his work as a clinical psychologist in a state hospital, is available for Kindle and Nook, or as a Print Edition . To see more of his work, google Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois. He lives in Denver.
 
 
 
 
 
 

Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times his publications include All the Babble of the Souk and Cartoon Molecules collected poems and Key of Mist the recently published Tesserae translations from Spanish poets Guadalupe Grande and Carmen Crespo  visit Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop about author.  See Robin performing his work Performance (Leeds University) .

Anarchic Breakfast. A Poem by Scott Thomas Outlar

 
 

Handle life

in the same way

with which you would

a delicate egg.
 
 

Hold it with care;

but know, also,

that there is a time

to cook

fat omelettes.
 
 
Bio:
Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.wordpress.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, reviews, live events, and books can be found. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Scott was a recipient of the 2017 Setu Magazine Award for Excellence in the field of literature. His words has been translated into Albanian, Afrikaans, Persian, Serbian, and Italian.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times his publications include All the Babble of the Souk and Cartoon Molecules collected poems and Key of Mist the recently published Tesserae translations from Spanish poets Guadalupe Grande and Carmen Crespo  visit Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop about author.  See Robin performing his work Performance (Leeds University)

Gutter Artist & Poems by JD DeHart

 
 
Gutter Artists
 
 
Catch us
streaming beside the street,
just below, out
of sight, see our message
in flashing lights
of liquid ink color splash
on the spare spaces
(even some taken spaces),
squint,
see if you can make out
what we have to say.
 
 
The Empress
 
 
regal
are the stars
in the lesson we learn
slide by slide
about ancient
history.
 
 
The Root of Who I Am
 

is in hillsides, valleys,
and rocky mountainsides,
is in surviving illnesses
and five feet of snow.
 

My life used to be rough,
but maybe I’ve grown tender.
Still my roots reach
way down to the stirring
foundations of the earth.
 
You can see them
as the river runs by, eroding
the land around, but the roots
reach up like gnarled knuckles,
stationary and purposeful.
 
 
Because We Were Stars
 

we could barely see
the earth.
How could we know
what was teeming beneath
us?
 

By our own brightness,
we missed some sights.
If you look to your left…
If you look to your right…
 

We learned to gaze
around and not simply
ahead or at the distraction
of what seemed bright
 

at the time.
 
 
JD DeHart is a writer and teacher. He blogs about books at dehartreadingandlitresources.blogspot.com and publishes poetry at onpossibilitypoems.blogspot.com.
 
 
 
 

Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times his publications include All the Babble of the Souk and Cartoon Molecules collected poems and Key of Mist the recently published Tesserae translations from Spanish poets Guadalupe Grande and Carmen Crespo  visit Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop about author.  See Robin performing his work Performance (Leeds University)

ITABOSUWA. A Poem By Eddie Awusi

 
 

She was my warrior queen,
Princess of my past world.
Naive was her royal reign.
Armed with an eye on the world.
Walking through tepid grassland
Of spears, toil, buried breath and aged gossip –
Dismantling a garrison of
Tuareg foot marching fighters.
Her temper was ancient goose,
In a flash of lightning.
Tending love with great value,
 
Anguish called her, home.
Within a heart that vibrated in it’s casement.
I recognise her from the past,
From the foot of creation.
527 years gone and counting,
In a countryside Egypt.
But I died in her hands, Itabosuwa.
My blood dribbled and stirred,
From her immaculate white frock,
Leaving a cesspool of anguish,
In her widowing youthful heart.
My love for her was a road,
With an abrupt dead end.
This underage princess from antiquity,
Now relives her past glory, differently.
All forgotten in a macabre,
In a modern breathless tale of love.
She takes her place,
Beside my merchant self:
A modern Nigerian,
Not knowing the story of our ancient love.

 
 
 
Eddie Awusi is a published poet from Delta state of Nigeria. He has been published in numerous magazines and anthologies. The latest being Dandelion In A Vase of Roses.
 
 
 
 
Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times his publications include All the Babble of the Souk and Cartoon Molecules collected poems and Key of Mist the recently published Tesserae translations from Spanish poets Guadalupe Grande and Carmen Crespo  visit Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop about author.  See Robin performing his work Performance (Leeds University) 

Until The End of Time . A Poem by Wayne Russell

 

 
It is the darkest season,
a season where human
has risen against his
brothers, his sisters.
 
Insanity tossed into a lifeless
prison cell, a padded cell?
 
An end of day’s scenario?
Yes, or so it seems more
so; each day.
 
While the snow outside
plummets from grey skies.
 
The homeless, wandering
aimlessly, lifeless souls encased
in an insignificant existence.
 
Asking
 
Where where you, when I needed you most?
 
Yet deep down they know, that in their heart,
the answer lies, and always will; until the end
of time.
 
A shard of hope, hands
 
outstretched towards
the heavens they ask.
 
Is it you?
 
This seed of rejuvenation,
 
buried beneath whitest
snow, for now.
 
 
 
Bio:
Wayne Russell is a creative writer and amateur photographer hailing from Tampa, Florida.
Wayne’s first publication was in Quill Books back in 1989, since going digital on social media
in 2007, Wayne has had his short stories, poems, and photographs published in various zines
in several countries.
 
 
 
 
Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times his publications include All the Babble of the Souk and Cartoon Molecules collected poems and Key of Mist the recently published Tesserae translations from Spanish poets Guadalupe Grande and Carmen Crespo  visit Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop about author.  See Robin performing his work Performance (Leeds University) 

Fair Weather Confidante Poems by Christopher Barnes

 
 
 
Fair Weather Confidante
 
We’ll not howdy-do you once more
Now you’re in Parliament.
Votes fabricated, you’re exorbitantly loaded,
You’ll shove consorting with us.
Toothy grins aren’t engaged,
Qualms are ballooning.
The bank’s your handpicked chum.
 
 
The Former Mrs. Homer
 
So In a twitch, you’re divorced.
On blue moons we’ll dwell upon you.
All that consorting with your ex-hitch
Didn’t woo you.
The fleshy debauchery sears.
Those hearts-and-flowers you once gave away
Seem pipe dreams now…a laughingstock.
 
 
Gayla Joy
 
The blowout’s intemperate,
Cut-and-thrust.
Good morning – you’re safe havened from rehab.
Granny’s manic on whiz,
Daddums’ swigged a Pilsner loch.
The missy you cried off to us
Retches in a dog bowl.
Welcome back Sis, we’ve enough for you.
 
 
Goodtime Sheryl
 
An earth-shaking straw in the wind.
Quit hoarding all over-the-counters together.
Multi-vitamins aren’t morning-after remedies;
Pronto, something unlooked-for fattens.
 
 
Cobwebbed Gifts
 
We’re sad-voiced that hoarder, Aiden Muchene, croaked.
The Will sound-out bequeaths you all.
Musing helpfully, it was a benevolent gesture.
It’ll take a glacial epoch to unsnarl –
Five skips invincible
To release the draff.
 
 

 
In 1998 I won a Northern Arts writers award. In July 200 I read at Waterstones bookshop to promote the anthology ‘Titles Are Bitches’. Christmas 2001 I debuted at Newcastle’s famous Morden Tower doing a reading of my poems. Each year I read for Proudwords lesbian and gay writing festival and I partook in workshops. 2005 saw the publication of my collection LOVEBITES published by Chanticleer Press, 6/1 Jamaica Mews, Edinburgh.
 
On Saturday 16Th August 2003 I read at the Edinburgh Festival as a Per Verse poet at LGBT Centre, Broughton St.
 
Christmas 2001 The Northern Cultural Skills Partnership sponsored me to be mentored by Andy Croft in conjunction with New Writing North. I made a radio programme for Web FM community radio about my writing group. October-November 2005, I entered a poem/visual image into the art exhibition The Art Cafe Project, his piece Post-Mark was shown in Betty’s Newcastle. This event was sponsored by Pride On The Tyne. I made a digital film with artists Kate Sweeney and Julie Ballands at a film making workshop called Out Of The Picture which was shown at the festival party for Proudwords, it contains my poem The Old Heave-Ho. I worked on a collaborative art and literature project called How Gay Are Your Genes, facilitated by Lisa Mathews (poet) which exhibited at The Hatton Gallery, Newcastle University, including a film piece by the artist Predrag Pajdic in which I read my poem On Brenkley St. The event was funded by The Policy, Ethics and Life Sciences Research Institute, Bio-science Centre at Newcastle’s Centre for Life. I was involved in the Five Arts Cities poetry postcard event which exhibited at The Seven Stories children’s literature building.
 
The South Bank Centre in London recorded my poem “The Holiday I Never Had”, I can be heard reading it on www.poetrymagazines.org.uk/magazine/record.asp?id=18456
 
REVIEWS: I have written poetry reviews for Poetry Scotland and Jacket Magazine and in August 2007 I made a film called ‘A Blank Screen, 60 seconds, 1 shot’ for Queerbeats Festival at The Star & Shadow Cinema Newcastle, reviewing a poem… On September 4 2010, I read at the Callander Poetry Weekend hosted by Poetry Scotland. I have also written Art Criticism for Peel and Combustus Magazines. I was involved in The Creative Engagement In Research Programme Research Constellation exhibitions of writing and photography which showed in London (march 13 2012) and Edinburgh (July 4 2013)
 
 
 
 
Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times his publications include All the Babble of the Souk and Cartoon Molecules collected poems and Key of Mist the recently published Tesserae translations from Spanish poets Guadalupe Grande and Carmen Crespo  visit Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop about author.  See Robin performing his work Performance (Leeds University)