Writing

Missing from My Poem

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz

I try the blues some days

Nobody Catches Their Teardrops

A Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

For some money the little child has stretched a hand, Against mine I can suddenly sense, He looks so hungry and tired, The teardrops ..

ENID STILL HUNGRY

A Poem by Terry Collett

A SCHOOL GIRL IN LONDON IN 1950S

Holding onto Tonight

A Poem by DACAC

Tired. Tired.Hungry.Miserable.These are words that describe my life and me.I’m tired, almost all of the tim..

Injury

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

My face tells me nothing. Not nothing but nothing useful, thecomplications of ageing humorously but not exactly how to avoidinjury.Permanent injury is..

Nature's Intelligent Partner

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

The wood is stacked for winter.One way out of the mind's limitationsis through other minds' contemplations.The books are stacked for winter.Yet even t..

Birding by Ear

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

The poem requires a mindthat finds meaning, even divination,in language. Non-fiction,up to academic standards, demandsevidence. Nothing less will do.M..

Ricardo's Lunch

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

5th Ave. was shoulder to shoulder withhungry lunch-seeking business menand women. Ricardo unpackedhis horn nervously and a foot cymbal.Spring, early s..

Words for Birds

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

First person singular prohibited. In orderto be more crow.War! war! war! war! war!Then there's that lowland wetland birdaround the stunted red pines c..

Last Meal

A Story by Riss Ryker

Your hungry, stuck in a jail cell, and no one is coming....what do you do?

Hungry Dogs in the Alley

A Poem by WarmDogs-in-Heaven

a poem about street dogs

Good at Marketing

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

Dad said I'd be good at marketingsince I like making lists. Classifyingthe woods and herbs, jazz tunes, poets' poems and poems for peopleand I've also..