Poem – I Feel You (By Robert Beveridge)

I Feel You inside me curled ready to spring you feign sleep rest at the base of my skull await stray lustful thoughts of you, devour them, reach down constrict my lungs with your presence
Read moreI Feel You inside me curled ready to spring you feign sleep rest at the base of my skull await stray lustful thoughts of you, devour them, reach down constrict my lungs with your presence
Read moreUNTIL… I welcome you on board As we take a voyage Through the fibers of time As you journey with me To the underlinnigs of my heart Where you lay adorned With diamond and brass I have been a wondering soul Going through roads unend I have seen many phantom dreams Dissolve into solid failures On a mountain high I […]
Read moreCutty Sark A THOUSAND MEN BUILD AND DESTROY A THOUSAND MEN SWEAT AND TOIL A THOUSAND MEN NOW DRUNK AND HUNGRY WORKING FOR WEEK’S WAGE AND BOIL. GREAT SHIPS IRONED AND TRAINS RAILED TRACKS ROADS AND ACHIEVEMENTS WROUGHT AND BLAST THROUGH GREAT SCOTTISH FORESTS FELLED HARD FAST SCOTTISH TREES SLICED GUTTERS BLED GOATS SHEEP CATTLE AND HEATHER […]
Read moreFast Food Service – Frank De Canio The one girl commandeers my frothy shake. The other, wary of the method used to garner it, starts probing in her wake, in the event due process was abused. And I feel safer by the measured means she musters to make certain of fair play. But having validated the machine’s efficiency, she […]
Read moreDrifting Like a violent storm that rages outside and smashes my walls with its power is how I feel when my world grows dark, and I release my fury to salvage the remains.
Read moreRAILROAD STATION Einsiedeln, Switzerland Robert Trabold Trains arriving – departing in – out! Pilgrims come go to a holy place want to visit the Black Madonna. Such is life – comings – goings like the trains – things experiences come – go. Where will it all end up? I sit in the waiting room watch the train movement. I […]
Read moreShaping the Internal Of course it’s about the words… their weight, their meaning. Stringing them, placing them, cutting them. Wielding them with passion, fury, and sometimes… regret. With careful measure given to every syllable, every pause. For words are both weapon and salve. Love and hate. Kind and malicious. Words take root deep within. They linger long into […]
Read moreTequila (V5) By Michael Lee Johnson Single life is Tequila with a slice of lime, Shots offered my traveling strangers. Play them all deal them jacks, some diamonds then spades, hold back aces play hardball, mock the jokers. Paraplegic aging tumblers toss rocks, Their dice go for the one-night stand. Poltergeist fluid define another frame. Female dancers in the […]
Read moreBecause Because of you my heart has hatched its most treasured nerve. I am no longer nagged by the sulphur darkness that carves away the surface from my lungs. Because of you we have two more to join us on our journey. Two children, ruled by humour and the deep-drawn breath. I no longer need false conversation, struggling to […]
Read moreInk dries on my skin the way breath does on yours. You have lost the way to this parched strip of land and I have refused the silence required to get to yours. We are stranded, mud stained and moist with moss-green regret, a galaxy of hesitations apart. Bio: Valentina Cano is a student of classical singing who […]
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