Piano by D. H. Lawrence
D.H. Lawrence was born in 1885 and died in 1930. He was an English poet, author and playwright.
A Poem A Day
D.H. Lawrence was born in 1885 and died in 1930. He was an English poet, author and playwright.
Jezabel Castillo is 17 years old from New York. She has been writing poetry for 5 years and strives to pursue her dream career of becoming a Published Poet
Michael Waterson is a retired journalist originally from Pittsburgh PA. His career includes stints as a seasonal firefighter, San Francisco taxi driver and wine educator. He earned an MFA from Mills College.
Sunil Sharma is a college principal, freelance journalist, author and editor. Mumbai-based, he has published 19 books—solo and joint.
Instructions: On Getting Ready to Die by Gayle Kellner Please take off my watch I won’t need time beyond the
Julie Irigaray’s work has appeared in various international publications such as Southword, Banshee (Ireland), Shearsman, Mslexia, Tears in the Fence, Envoi (UK) and The Ofi Press (Mexico), among others.
He Sits by Sy Roth He sits in his garage, Dressed in black jogging pants, Black nylon jacket striped
Bankruptcy and Real Estate by Weldon H. Sandusky I Failure has such splendor Coaxing you to rationalize Then tossing you
KJ Hannah Greenberg, who only pretends at being indomitable, tramps across literary genres and giggles in her sleep. As well, she eats oatmeal and keeps company with a hibernaculum
Inas Essa is a freelance writer. Her poetry has been published in every day poems, poemhunter and Scarborough arts (big art book 2013). she studied journalism at the faculty
Leanne Rebecca is a young American poet from St. Louis, MO. She received a degree in Creative Writing and Film, Television, and Interactive Media from Brandeis University
Amicia Rai is a PhD student of English Literature, specializing in Fairy Tales. She is currently exploring the art of writing poetry, fiction, nonfiction and screenplays
If I could see through your eyes the city
from the roof of the Cathedral Building,
hear the wind through the nearby arms of a crane
See here, where the floor is worn
that?s where they say she knelt before she died
full of grace, but how could she not be
Fifty Four by Carla Paolini To give my thought a body I choose a corps de ballet I’d have it