The neighbors complained Complained about the smells the malodorous odor of rotting flesh The neighbors tried to help The neighbors called the police their warnings falling on deaf ears No one listened, Excuses were made, “Well she’s a drug addict, she can be anywhere” or…

Another doll torn to rags, naked and Disheveled, marked with strands of red and black. The last had marker upon her face, The one before that with head bent around.   The boys see another boy playing too rough, It is always the boys who…

@She what were you thinking you were texting HER when your car plowed into us pushing my SUV off that side of that mountain road rolling rolling rolling down with my rolling son strapped rolling in the back rolling in his car seat rolling all…

You had your uses Talented but stupid Digging too close Unearthing the truth You promise to keep your mouth shut I nod in agreement But you opened the window so l pushed you out    

A stillness fills the air as I enter the room a room full of memories no more, thinking of those times make my heart skip a beat realizing they will eventually soar.   To a place up above to become a distant memory so that…

An old friend a gardener a poet a photographer a buddhist who once shared a ramshackle house with bees has documented hundreds of different kinds of apples in the New Zealand countryside from abandoned trees growing along highways in farrow fields away from human care….

In the tender light of flames, where our desires lie, unfolding, madly we burn, inhibitions gone, where the shadows on the walls dance a lustful ballet, to the growling whispers, with a firm hand on a bare throat, vibrating, primal, teeth on bare flesh, surrendering…

Hi there everyone! i   I am Aishwarya Vedula from India. This is my third time participating in poetry marathon, looking forward to read & absorb all of your works. Goodluck. 🙂

    Floatation only works when both bodies cannot sync.   On the day my brother first learnt To swim, someone died with A strange song in their mouth. The wind would then crack my Mother’s healthy lungs and plant An ache, the size of a…

Into the marsh she glides every night at five  No one know where she goes or how she returns so spry.  It’s an older woman she is until she sinks into thick gooey muck to her knees wrinkles gone from her neck  Old when she…