Last phone call, or: Blue stained glass

Poetry Partners #110 'Last Phone Call', a poem by Mary Anne Abdo of 'Blue Stained Glass' One call, four lines. "Dad, can you hear us?" "Mom is outside of your bedroom window. She wants to say, 'Hello!'" Hearing his wife banging on the window, "Marty can you hear me?" Only an inaudible acknowledgement rang over… Continue reading Last phone call, or: Blue stained glass

Lucinda, Cindy, or: Lucy in the sky

Poetry Partners #106 A poem by Candace of 'Feel Her Breathing' Mother needing grace Had a daughter full of grace She said Jesus sat at the end of her bed A golden angel at her feet Lucinda was her name We called her Cindy Her sisters called her Lucy in the Sky Feel Her Breathing:… Continue reading Lucinda, Cindy, or: Lucy in the sky

Invisible, or: People

Poetry Partners #88 'Green Park Benches', a poem by J. P. of 'The Poetry Of J.P.' Old bearded men drifting in the alleys of night have died with the sunset and as I have overlooked their bodies beneath green park benches and bridges they too have overlooked my feet passing quietly by as the waitress… Continue reading Invisible, or: People

Humans, or: Statistics

A haibun Click for full size Look, I don't identify as politically liberal or politically progressive. I'm very much a centrist and interested in understanding all sides of political arguments. Not only that, but I tend to support high levels of personal freedom. So, I'm totally open to having a guns rights activist explain this… Continue reading Humans, or: Statistics

Live to tell, or: Breathe

Poetry Partners #82 'No, Covid is Not Gone Yet!' a poem by Robert J Jr. of 'Robert's Snap Spot' Unexpected change in life. Omicron. Emergency Room. Doom. Crying. Pneumonia in Lungs. Not the fatal endโ€ฆ Huh! Sent home Emergency Room. Admitted to COVID-19 ward, husband can visit. Sunday, COVID ward, โ€œCOVID-19 Wardโ€ฆ No visit except… Continue reading Live to tell, or: Breathe

Black frost, or: Dreams stare

Poetry Partners #61 A poem by Freya Pickard of 'Dragonscale Clippings' black frost creeps devours sleep fire in your eyes clouded umbels burn black dust drifts disturbs your sleep purple-stemmed hemlock smoulders black frost burns tearless eyes weep vampire dust falls both shadow and flame black frost creeps disturbs my sleep vampire dust drifts and… Continue reading Black frost, or: Dreams stare

Fled, or: Still waiting

Featured image โ€˜Cauld Blaws the Wind Frae East to Westโ€™ (1888) Painting by Joseph Farquharson (1846 โ€“ 1935) An ekphrastic cadralor In the form of 5 kimos I. Hundreds of thousands of Ukrainians displaced within their country, having fled Putin's war. II. Many waiting for up to sixty hours; freezing weather at border; queues up… Continue reading Fled, or: Still waiting