A shot of dauntlessness has immunisedThe great fulcrum of the entire massThis wondrous shift has now immortalisedWhat was once as feeble and frail as glass It imbibes pure pathos and pursues itAnd meets it and stalks it and ends itEach pit of ventricle and atriumEmptied of every dire curse and phantom Over time, reveries of renewed fortitudeEmbrace the walls of each soft … [Read more...] about The Great Fulcrum, By: Nathan Mallon
Poems
Faith Slipping On Ice, By: Teri Dourmashkin
Feeling exhausted, I just want to sleep.Lost in sweet slumber, I don't feel defeat.Peace a mirage, lay my eyes on and feast.Dangling sweet carrots burning my face.Buried lost years, just want to erase.Stripped of simplicities, this thing they call life.I'd sacrifice my all, never think twice.Swallowing goodness with grace and ease.This is my treasure; I want to believe. … [Read more...] about Faith Slipping On Ice, By: Teri Dourmashkin
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803, By: William Wordsworth
Now we are tired of boisterous joy,Have romped enough, my little Boy!Jane hangs her head upon my breast,And you shall bring your stool and rest;This corner is your own. There! take your seat, and let me seeThat you can listen quietly:And, as I promised, I will tellThat strange adventure which befellA poor blind Highland Boy. A 'Highland' Boy!, why call him so?Because, my … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803, By: William Wordsworth
It Is What It Is, It Was What It Was, By: Allison Walters Luther
Past loverwithin the presentHanding out safe memoriesand friendshiplike candy tokens orsome exotic drug ofwhat-might-have-beenNo danger with them thenor nowOnly missed chancesand friendshipand forgotten passion … [Read more...] about It Is What It Is, It Was What It Was, By: Allison Walters Luther
Gluttonous Gall, By: Penguin Flaherty-Conerney
Cruel crust that tempts me from afar,With golden hue and scent of warmth and wheat,Thy fragrant call makes every heart that beats skip verily a jolly beat,Yet hides within a bitter, cursed scar.I yearn for taste, for joy without a bar,To savour bliss in every molten treat,But gluten lurks, a villain in deceit,Transforming love to agony bizarre. For after pleasure, pain … [Read more...] about Gluttonous Gall, By: Penguin Flaherty-Conerney