there’s not much romance in the things I want to do you but maybe there is i want to taste your sleep i want the scent of you in the morning to permeate my skin like an invisible sonnet i want to wear the moment you called out for a deity you don’t believe in as a shroud i hate that I know you’re waking up with someone else. … [Read more...] about Late Night Letters To Them, By: Rue Mour
Poems
Doll, By: Fiona Flores
She’s made of porcelainNot looking so cleanLook at her pretty eyesSuch a poor disguise I see the blood spilt on her handsSee the clock saying demandWhy can’t you seeShe is not clean Dirty as a rubbish dump But seems so pure at thatDon’t let her near the birdsLooking like a white cat … [Read more...] about Doll, By: Fiona Flores
Esteemed, By: Lauren O Sullivan
She has everything I never had like a big self esteem and an arts degree oh I wish you would leave her I’m sure you need her but I know you would be a great cheater I could be the teacher because I know how to leave her and I know how to cheat her we could be so esteemed if only you would leave her become a wife cheater I’m sure you don’t need her I mean I’m … [Read more...] about Esteemed, By: Lauren O Sullivan
Lessons Learned in 1989: Empowering Women Today, By: Andrew Cyr
It was the summer of ‘89when Leo and Jackie hiredworkers to replace the tan carpetwith a mahogany floor.It was a scorched earthfor three months.Leo’s fair skin burned.Jackie would slap him on the back.He shrugged off the stingshe’d laugh, making him chuckle. The newlyweds elected to leasean apartment in the meantime.There was a balcony overlookingthe Naches.Jackie caught a … [Read more...] about Lessons Learned in 1989: Empowering Women Today, By: Andrew Cyr
Portrait of a Cereal Killer, By: Gordon Roberts
Tower of colour and right angled cornersPictures of Tigers small toy includedRow upon row of anonymous numbersChemical hooksUnnatural looksVouchers for funDeteriorationOf healthAnd mindFrom young … [Read more...] about Portrait of a Cereal Killer, By: Gordon Roberts




