For you, on the other side of the door A world away – how are you? I miss you terribly, so you should stay Right where you are or I’ll eat you up. Just kidding, please come in? (That’s a joke, I know you can’t). I look out the window for the longest time and… Continue reading Poetry | Worlds Away
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Poetry | Bombora
See those rocks out there past the break? Sometimes you can’t see them, they are covered by the tide blanket. Look, there they are again. Well, that’s where I am. I mostly live a submerged existence, coming up for air only sometimes. My name is in the original language of the earliest peoples; the ones… Continue reading Poetry | Bombora
Poetry | My World With You In It
Tuesday, 13 April, 2021 The ghost of a grandparent I have never met haunts me. Tears stream down my face when I try to think of how you talked to people and made them laugh. There are others who did know you, heard your laugh and got to feel that embrace that only a grandfather… Continue reading Poetry | My World With You In It
Poetry | The Street Maiden
The Street Maiden whistles lone hollow notes as rain spears at Her grey skin and slips from long, iron nails as the three-legged hound and tailless cat trail after Her frosted tunes (hear, Her tune) (here, Her tune) cracked crab claws tossed from roadside stalls clatter against crown caps to the drains that gurgle and… Continue reading Poetry | The Street Maiden
Poetry | 136 Major
By Holly Stirman My secluded state C’est la vie en tenebres Dead Inquistiton Deliberating A slow decomposition Brain dead before body He plays with my mind Escape to freedom denied A brute fantasy A silent echo Of exhausting restlessness Panic at the club A rich illusion On looking from high above The faint film of… Continue reading Poetry | 136 Major
Poetry | Kind Regards
A trio of poems
Poetry | The Mermaid
Not at all timid like her mythological counterparts, she bursts forth with as much energy as the waves that she disappears under. She is far more confident in the water than on land. The sun is her friend; it lets her shine. She needs to be close to the wet expanse - even if it… Continue reading Poetry | The Mermaid
