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Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day

Matthew F. Amati

Hands said to Head
look what you’ve made me do
it’s not me, Head said, talk to
Heart, that guy’s sick

Mariam Saidan

‘Female singing constitutes a ‘forbidden act’ (ḥarām),
punishable under Article 638 of the Islamic Penal Code.’

Meg Pokrass

This is what happens when she sits alone in her dining room, eating smoked trout and canned sardines.

Chen-ou Liu

this fresh morning
so much like the others …
yet starlings shape-shift

Jim Paterson

A Tuesday morning in November
out on the street taking in the bins.
As a flight of crows flashed past
the street lights went out.

Previously featured

Jim Paterson

A Tuesday morning in November
out on the street taking in the bins.
As a flight of crows flashed past
the street lights went out.

read more

Recent Prose

Paul Goodman

They approach in hungry morning light, treading the path to the ridge and the row of giant’s teeth grown crooked with the ages

Neil Weiner

Chad, an aspiring author, sank into his easy chair and drifted into a
reverie.

Stephanie Aspin on ‘Why Words Help’ for Mental Health Awareness Week

Writing is both a way of making life more liveable and of making ourselves more whole. Words have a being-ness: when we write poetry, we tap into a network of resonances.

Cheryl Snell

I am all hair, glittering with diamond-glass. A forehead streaked with blood, rubies and roses crisscrossing the tangerine flaps of a ripped collar.

Recent Haiku

Chen-ou Liu

this fresh morning
so much like the others …
yet starlings shape-shift

Stephen C. Curro

calm river
again, his fishing line
caught on a tree

Diane Webster

lightning flashes
everyone stands
still

Chen-ou Liu on International Haiku Poetry Day

end-of-day catch
our wicker basket full
of salmon sunset

Deborah Karl-Brandt

With every book I sell, with every piece of clothing I give away . . .

News

Word & Image

Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad

Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad

A lacquer table, gloss under fingertips. A raised stage with dark linen. A young woman smiles with her hand-held harp, its nine strings glistening. The room swells with the cadence of her pearly notes. Beneath the pendant lights—a vision of serenity.

read more

Filmpoems

Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day

Matthew F. Amati

Hands said to Head
look what you’ve made me do
it’s not me, Head said, talk to
Heart, that guy’s sick

Mariam Saidan

‘Female singing constitutes a ‘forbidden act’ (ḥarām),
punishable under Article 638 of the Islamic Penal Code.’

Meg Pokrass

This is what happens when she sits alone in her dining room, eating smoked trout and canned sardines.

Chen-ou Liu

this fresh morning
so much like the others …
yet starlings shape-shift

Jim Paterson

A Tuesday morning in November
out on the street taking in the bins.
As a flight of crows flashed past
the street lights went out.

News

Word & Image

Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad

Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad

A lacquer table, gloss under fingertips. A raised stage with dark linen. A young woman smiles with her hand-held harp, its nine strings glistening. The room swells with the cadence of her pearly notes. Beneath the pendant lights—a vision of serenity.

read more

Filmpoems

Previously featured

Jim Paterson

A Tuesday morning in November
out on the street taking in the bins.
As a flight of crows flashed past
the street lights went out.

read more

Recent Prose

Paul Goodman

They approach in hungry morning light, treading the path to the ridge and the row of giant’s teeth grown crooked with the ages

Neil Weiner

Chad, an aspiring author, sank into his easy chair and drifted into a
reverie.

Stephanie Aspin on ‘Why Words Help’ for Mental Health Awareness Week

Writing is both a way of making life more liveable and of making ourselves more whole. Words have a being-ness: when we write poetry, we tap into a network of resonances.

Cheryl Snell

I am all hair, glittering with diamond-glass. A forehead streaked with blood, rubies and roses crisscrossing the tangerine flaps of a ripped collar.

Recent Haiku

Chen-ou Liu

this fresh morning
so much like the others …
yet starlings shape-shift

Stephen C. Curro

calm river
again, his fishing line
caught on a tree

Diane Webster

lightning flashes
everyone stands
still

Chen-ou Liu on International Haiku Poetry Day

end-of-day catch
our wicker basket full
of salmon sunset

Deborah Karl-Brandt

With every book I sell, with every piece of clothing I give away . . .

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