Deathly dialogue Death stood at the foot of my bed last night, lit up a choking cigar and said, "I've had my eye on you for a while now"....

W B Yeats was mocked in his lifetime and even more posthumously as “ Black Magician.” His intense interest in occultism was many times in...

A Crate of Fortune Cookies By Adam Aitken Look - how this instrument predicts the death of prediction. The evenings it projects are long...

The Five Bar Iron Gate- ekphrastic poem A Raven crow sits uncaring, alone on a stony plinth in dappled light beneath the sparse leaves...

Postcards from Dammam Sun looms supreme in sands frozen in time Barely moving – it lays down, arms and all Defeated and prostrate – the...

GENERAL SHERMAN Season of spreading flames Makes the hot months hotter, Makes short work Out of sequoia groves Fireball orange Days and...

Waiting for a Snowfall This time of the year centaurs don’t hide in the grass anymore, trees are playing an ancient game using the Sun...

Webdesign, Development and Marketing Ready for website designing? I think so, after years of soul-searching, and squaring things with the...

To My Poor Father By Ramachandran MA eleven years have gone-- it rained a little after your burial and we all drank tea-- your fingers in...

The Narratolyric writing In Literature, there are poetry, prose and in the middle, prose poetry according to the characters of the...

Nice, nostalgic narrative poems

Incognito Ergo Sum Outside of space and time a mushroom root is man's best friend. Inside of space and time for you my grow lights and...

Bio:Alison Lock writes poetry, short fiction, and creative non-fiction – the author of two short story collections, four collections of...

Interview with Oz Hardwick Beside the author you are also a photographer and musician. In your creative core are they all interlinked...

At War With The World -- thanks to PBS American Masters, 23July2018 Ted Williams was “The Greatest Hitter Who Ever Lived.” So confident...

Spin Beyond insomnia is invisibility, hiding in plain sight, sliding in moonlight; not even specks flecked in bright, wide-open eyes....

Previous year I wrote a few poems both in free verse and in hybrid form. Writing comes to me in doodle form, I scribbles and draws...

Welcome to Arc Magazine can I win prizes Arc magazine is India based an international annual journal with a single issue in June of each...

January 20, 2021 This morning the snow lowered so slowly, I was able to lift my son—still in pajamas— and show him each delicate tendril...

FATHER CARRIES ME ACROSS A FIELD My father carries me across a field. It’s night and there are trenches filled with snow. Thick mud....