water swallows me whole and I push myself upwards to the surface breaking through jubilant. until today. until i learn you are gone. and now the   surface is receding becoming a small speck of light i stop trying to reach.

Very excited to try something new! Deann Bucher Louisville, Colorado, USA She/her/hers

Lashing down, round hard droplets Searing, biting cold Streak from the skies Into half closed eyes And soak me head to toe Beating down, icy pebbles Bludgeoning my brow Each step is done To the sound of drums On the roadside and my forehead My…

I am not a poet of words. I am a photographer so my poetry is in my images. I am also a teacher so poetry is in my lessons and my connections. I need a challenge today and this popped up on my FB feed…

1. ‘Crash’   The man was smoldering in the ditch they had tried to put him out he was a charcoal lump covered in white foam.   When they tried to get him in the bag his skin sloughed off like that of baked chicken…

Bereavement is derived from ‘rievers’ those border bandits in Britain who terrorized and killed citizens my grief continues to steal time but who is more stealthy? death or its afterthought if death comes as a thief in the night Then what is its wingman? is…

Not sure I a made it. As it’s not working. Damn! Bad planning this year.

Haiku   water splashes my face ocean waves roll in from the storm salty taste on my tongue

the city at night quiet and peaceful the sirens blaring let’s me know that i am in my city. the city of the jaded Thames and the dome of Wren’s mighty domed cathedral the white tower where the crowned jewels are guarded. my city. My…

Hello! I’m Dexta Jean writing from the foothills of the Ozark Mountains in Arkansas. I believe I have participated since 2014. I will be exploring the topic of substitute teaching in America and using variations of haiku. The state of contemporary public schooling has been…