The Hag by Robert Herrick
Robert Herrick, born in London in 1591, was an English lyric poet and cleric who became one of the most notable Cavalier poets of the 17th century
A Poem A Day
Robert Herrick, born in London in 1591, was an English lyric poet and cleric who became one of the most notable Cavalier poets of the 17th century
Madison Julius Cawein (1865-1914) was an American poet known as the “Keats of Kentucky.” Born in Louisville, Kentucky, Cawein was a prolific writer who published around 36 books of poetry over his lifetime.
Peter Magliocco writes from Las Vegas, Nevada, where for years he’s been active in the small presses as editor, writer, poet, and artist.
Madison Julius Cawein was an American poet born in 1865 in Louisville, Kentucky. He was associated with the “Kentucky School” of writers and was known
David L Painter is a International published poet. He is a member of Inner circle writers’ group and Penned in the city
It is rare for us to publish a classic poem these days. We would like to more often. Being the end of February and just coming out of a very cold spell, we are happy to see the sun. Longfellow was born in February, so it just seemed like a good idea.
Kelly’s work is currently and forthcoming in literary journals The Stinging Fly, Long Story Short, Wordlegs and Ink Sweat & Tears.
A.R. Rodriguez is a small business owner in Cleveland, Ohio. She has four volumes of poetry and two memoirs. Her material ,in it’s entirety comes from her life’s experience
Picture me waiting
in the nook by the window,
long skirt spread out, falling
red and wet-looking against
Ultimately we must learn to accept
our losses (as constellations eventually
accept their passing one
Killer Cocktails and Marshall Swindles by Jillian Garner I want to know what if feels like to play chess
by Blazhia Parker I wish we could talk All I’m left with is mystery and interpretation What if I’ve gotten
Plans by Jane Hanser He who offered so much life lies resting in the ground Stones and grass and monuments
addio! by Denis Joe Farewell: the rain trickles like candlewax when the flame is snuffed out by that last gasp