Poetry Articles

I have a voice— I can hear it in between heartbeats and the clicking of my keyboard, whispering, while the seconds bleed from my ticking timepiece. My soul does not know silence. There are words, I can see them— cracked ceramic, waiting to be fixed, waiting to be used...

By S. F. Dekreel My brain is wrecked, my heart is hollow Dwelling on the idols I’ve been trying to follow I listen to them quarrel and fight in my head Hungry and greedy for a place on my throne In theory, Christ’s throne But it’s become mine I can almost hear them...

I keep my endings scattered in ink-stained places, in hardcover houses and paper walls— wherever my hands and heart can reach. With the smudge of every conclusion, I can stand a little taller and reach a little further into the little black gardens that string the...

By Anne of Lothlorien Some words are ancient As old as the ages With green, newborn words They’re put down on pages But they dance off the paper And run down the street Stopping and bowing To people they meet They ride on the clouds And climb through the trees...