Featured Poem 12/30 – “The Painting”
The Painting by John Balaban The stream runs clear to its stones; the fish swim in sharp outline. Girl, turn your face for me to draw. Tomorrow, if we should drift apart, I shall find...
Write Gooder, not Better
The Painting by John Balaban The stream runs clear to its stones; the fish swim in sharp outline. Girl, turn your face for me to draw. Tomorrow, if we should drift apart, I shall find...
When I lost my job, she didn’t say anything, just pulled me into a cwtch that smelled of strawberries and her vanilla perfume, and made everything seem so much more bearable. cwtch (noun) [KU-tch]...
“When you have a bad day, a really bad day, try and treat the world better than it treated you.” -Patrick Stump
The Changing Light by Lawrence Ferlinghetti The changing light at San Francisco is none of your East Coast light none of your pearly light of Paris The light of San Francisco is a sea...
The party was a nightmare–loud music, people I didn’t know and who I couldn’t talk to–so I fled to my growlery and made myself a nest of comfort amongst my books and chewing gum....
Museum by Glyn Maxwell Sundays, like a stanza break Or shower’s end of all applause, For some old unexplaining sake The optimistic tread these shores, As lonely as the dead awake Or God among...
Their relationship had been strained for a while now, but David, ever the micawber, bought them tickets to the Twilight movie in an attempt to rekindle their spark. She dumped him a few weeks...
“My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world.” -Dejan Stojanovic
Gooseberry Season by Simon Armitage Which reminds me. He appeared at noon, asking for water. He’d walked from town after losing his job, leaving me a note for his wife and his brother...