Poetry

Constant Companions by Kimberly McAfee

I thought I could find myself  I thought I could be free I thought I could grow into the person I was meant to be All in Japan That puts a lot of pressure on a place, doesn't it? Because even after experiencing  This country's beauty The amazing experiences that tourists Remember for the rest… Continue reading Constant Companions by Kimberly McAfee

Poetry

Sublime Attire by David Russell

Could an extended kiss, breath heldBe that peeling elixir?To plunge into the well,Flooding our beingsWith the radiance of youth – Each peeled-off retro layerWafting back to the magicTime of its making, Its lovely seamstressesDreaming of the euphoriaOf its perfect wearerYearning to robe a legend,With dormant creations Then finally, after blank aeonsShe appeared. Would that I… Continue reading Sublime Attire by David Russell

Poetry

Seductress Divine by Joy Sheridan | Women’s History Month

She wore only an expression of fatal illusions, The power to capture and tear off at whim Those moths which fluttered Low, bright and light around her. Memory served no purpose while in her presence, For she would but lift her eyes and sweep them Over the brow of lovers – fatal she was, A… Continue reading Seductress Divine by Joy Sheridan | Women’s History Month

Poetry

Creative Woman by Amy Jasek | Women’s History Month

In response to Forever Endeavour asking, for International Woman's Day, "what does being a creative woman mean to you?" With nails trimmed for instrumental efficacy.I reach down into my feminine soulI dig in to the secret placewhose roots knot around a luminous corethat I don't understandMy fingers absorb the resonance there,return clutching a momentthat drips… Continue reading Creative Woman by Amy Jasek | Women’s History Month

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pear tree lover by Beth Phillips | Women’s History Month

stairs are too narrow and will waver for a momentwhen I try and find the light in this spacewhere touching will be encouraged.where I will paint the walls yellow to remind methat I must rebuild a state of beingthat I can no longer rely on mother to be a sourceof heat.this is what I have… Continue reading pear tree lover by Beth Phillips | Women’s History Month

Poetry

They’ll meet again on the hill by Lauren J. Shine

Two friends with time to fill Together always and still alive  They’ll meet again on the hill Coffee dates and gossip to spill Brunches, prosecco, and laughter  Two friends with time to fill Even when one turned to a pill They supported each other  They’ll meet again on the hill They planned for forever until… Continue reading They’ll meet again on the hill by Lauren J. Shine

Advice

Things I wish I’d known when I started Writing Poetry | Guest Article by Summer Young

It isn’t all rhyming and sonnets. Fin.  But seriously, there’s this perception kicking about that poetry is super dull, cryptic, stuffed with elite vocabulary, and requires at least one ‘O’ or ‘thou’ to count as a proper poem. This is certainly what I thought I’d be writing when I got to uni, after having had… Continue reading Things I wish I’d known when I started Writing Poetry | Guest Article by Summer Young

Poetry

One week crying and four months later by Becca Harrington

Today we lost each other,found silhouettes at sunset and rememberedwe don’t know how to smile.And you’ll smoke every Friday, with a brunette boundto your eyes, but still remember mein coffee rings and autumn sun. I’ll hurt for longer than I need,cling to wildflowers until salt soaks my cheeks.I’ll find a body to hold me,kiss me… Continue reading One week crying and four months later by Becca Harrington