“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.”
― Plato
Poetry
We killed them
We killed them Artists don’t sit inside all day …
Better Now Than Never
Poetry from Maxwell Reikosky Better Now Than Never My youth …
The Writing on the Fan
Hundreds of years ago, the women of Hunan created a …
Shadows in the house of lights
Stanley Morris Noah – Dallas,Texas Shadows in the house of …
Tom Pescatore
I lost it I saw the great emptiness and I …
STILL LIFE AS A CHILD
Poetry by Alisha Robison In dreams of bright, translucent tangerine. Rubbery …
Subhankar Das
Sounds of happiness I switch my phone off And turn …
Catfish McDaris
Rent a Dream The lady in the yellow …