POETRY — ENIGMA

It's really fucking cold.

Lexi StevensZoe McBrownJanuary 29, 2024Reality

After Sappho

My life’s story returns to Sappho:

Her ends connect to my beginnings.

Erin WardGuest UserJanuary 26, 2024Humanity

At the end of the line

There is a man in a yellow coat

Taking the train into the desert.

Alexander CroftsGuest UserJanuary 16, 2024dreams

Dover

On the edge of a moth bite, this town is still

stitches loosening one by one.

Ella Jackson-DrexlerLana DanzeisenJanuary 13, 2024Reflections

Sorrow

Here I stand at the terminus;

I feel peculiar — that is,

nothing.

Tom DaviesElla Jackson-DrexlerJanuary 13, 2024reflection

Glass Life

We did not waddle uniform,

nor were we coddled

by the scruff of the neck.

Poppy ReadErin WardDecember 13, 2023Reflections

Cobwebbed

Her hands, asleep in tulip bulbs,

unfurl to chase the light—

out lurches the spider that lives inside her

Poppy ReadErin WardDecember 13, 2023Reflections

My ‘Ingvar Kamprad, Elmtaryd, Agunnaryd’ Induced Tragedy

What was once a tree,

what once stood with grace, grandeur, and pride, is right before me.

Jay WeaverGuest UserDecember 4, 2023Reflections

It Still Burns Here

Vanishing behind the curve,

The Promenade;

Slick and brilliant with rain,

Crowning the crescent sands of the darkling beach.

Tom DaviesNatalya HutchinsonNovember 20, 2023Reflections

A Beautiful Mess

It’s you,

It’s always you,

I come to after a day’s hard work -

Aditi SandhyaTom DaviesNovember 19, 2023Reflections

Fallen

Incandescence shimmers through the thicket—fur glistening heavenly in the starlight. Canine paws imprinting on the dewing topsoil.

Jack TicknerGuest UserNovember 7, 2023choice, dreams

Vintage Books

Gift me hardcover vintage books of authors long lost, dead and forgotten

Aditi SandhyaZoe McBrownNovember 7, 2023Reflections