Poetry Archive :: Moss

No regrets about the crap pun in verse #5 ❤ Moss Small, flowerless plant seedless, simple leaves: clumped stems surprisingly dense. Dispersed on swift winds, beautifully fragile spores; yet hardy, stubborn. Cracks between old stones, surviving dessication: liquid renewal. Comfortable bed, thermal insulation, or growing medium. Moss’ sterling work untold uses: shady greens, non-vascular stars.

Right Now

This week, I acted on instinct for the first time in a while. There are a PHENOMENAL number of online portals, websites and magazines that take submissions. A magazine such as Mslexia will give a vital insight into such places, but it is only the tip of a considerable iceberg. Countless places exist to send … Continue reading Right Now

Poetry Archive :: Laurel

We're having fun over the next four weeks by doing quite literal interpretations of our subject matters. In this case, it was incredibly easy to throw together five verses on the literal essence of laurel, both historically and medicinally. This worked far better than I'd initially expected it to, so much so it'll be fun to … Continue reading Poetry Archive :: Laurel

Poetry Archive :: Jungle

April for poetry isn't just themed, it is the beginning of an intentional process of detachment. My brain, built as it is, has an almost obsessive need sometimes for order and control. However, increasing amounts of current poetry is anything but: free-form verse, little or no controlled structure, simply feelings falling from brain to page. … Continue reading Poetry Archive :: Jungle

Poetry Archive :: Nobody but You [Redux]

Love is still horrible, unsurprisingly. The original version of this poem can be found here. Nobody But You Now, departed: mind desolate: understanding, our love is over. All passion desires out of reach: estranged moments, cold, empty feelings. Every day, torture realisation; final line drawn, completed. Point of no return, old path blocked: accept failure … Continue reading Poetry Archive :: Nobody but You [Redux]

Drink the Elixir

Right, back to the grind starting Monday, with ALL NEW OUTPUT because there's no excuse after (effectively) a month off. Sure, there's a ton of things that could be done too but for now, time to sharpen the existing skill set. Go with what you know, right? You already know therefore that April's short story … Continue reading Drink the Elixir

Poetry Archive :: The Slightest Touch (Redux)

The original for this one is here, and if I'm honest, you might be hard pressed to discern the difference. There's not really a ton of change, and this one was a bit saucy before we started. However, if pressed, this feels like an improvement. Next week is the last of the old stuff. NEW … Continue reading Poetry Archive :: The Slightest Touch (Redux)