It’s the repetition in this poem that really layers on an eerie atmosphere. A murder of crows reminds her of her distant home. A murder of crows reminds her of the man she left behind. A murder of crows reminds her of the … A Murder of Crows
Freeverse Revolution’s first issue features both poetry and art, like the photography of Brandon Clarke seen here. Make sure you download your copy of Issue One! Photography by Brandon Clarke You can see more of Brandon Clarke’s work by following them on Instagram @brandon_clr. You can download a free copy of … Issue I features Brandon Clarke
The Eunoia Review is a great source of wonderful and varied poetry, like this poem by Karlo Sevilla, which uses beverages to describe what I imagine to be the beginning of a wonderful and relaxing day. I. I stir my hot brown coffee into a tiny whirlpool; my teaspoon chimes the campanellino that is my coffee cup. II. The lemonade inside lidded … Liquifascination at Breakfast
By Keith Hoerner In that said-same second between life and death, a child is born to a woman—not quite ready. Ribbons are awarded to winners of the … In That Said-Same Second
For a short time, I was gorgeously exhausted from grief. My body rejected food. My hair fell out in thick plumes. People said, My god, you’re glowing… Sparrow Haibun by Kim Ellingson
A gorgeous piece by Christine Ray at Brave and Reckless. She brings black roses and moonlight fireflies like stars in her sky bare feet caress the dewy ground night blooming jasmine reaching up to brush her… Keep reading Black Roses and Moonlight
This hummingbird photo makes me want to clean off the dirty hummingbird feeder on my front porch. Beauty Break #687
This photograph taken by Merilee over at The Gravel Ghost definitely captures my mood, waiting for spring in the winter gray. Three Birds
I’m sure many can relate to this poem by River Dixon, and there are much more relatable works on his blog The Stories In Between. there is something all around me, foreign, but at the same time familiar i’ve seen this place before perhaps in a dream, maybe through fluttering … Continue here: Couldn’t Sleep
I’m a sucker for moon poetry, i rise from my bedof snakes, glassy apparition, you have nothing on me; garden fingers and eyeholes i hid from: no one can get me no one can be the thief … moon stunt rain.
