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POETRY ARCHIVE

Unspoken

Unspoken

Marc Frazier

SEPTEMBER 2026

I’m not from a Romantic culture

Let’s face it—

Stiff upper lip and all that

A Poem is a Dead Man Walking

A Poem is a Dead Man Walking

James King

AUGUST 2026

tied to the post / target pinned over the heart / guided to the gallows / rejecting the hood

Sycamore

Sycamore

David R. DiSarro

AUGUST 2026

He reached / the end of his rope / inside the family / garage, dangling 

Muffled Truth

Muffled Truth

Chelsey Keith Ignacio

AUGUST 2026

Once in a nightmare,

the flood was swallowing me. 

Dear young love

Dear young love

Sonja Berry

AUGUST 2026

Love was raw, and you were beautiful then.

Eight Poems

Eight Poems

David Anson Lee

AUGUST 2026

At midnight the city loosens its grip.
I step onto the balcony; the air pins itself
to the edges of my coat, tender and unhurried.

Me mory

Me mory

Allan Lake

JULY 2026

Too often I cannot recall / where I put my keys or / left my cap but then some- / thing embarrassingly stupid / or technically criminal / I did as a teenager...

Water reflects trees kingfisher-green

Water reflects trees kingfisher-green

Pulkita Anand

JUNE 2026

In placid pond water

By the moonlight, night’s shadow conspires with gnats, bats and crickets

Veiling the elixir, while the tiger drops its drinking shadow

Fathoms

Fathoms

Glenis Moore

MAY 2026

Life was once full of sun

and the slap of waves, where fish

swam in the blue of the day.

Three Poems

Three Poems

May Garner

MAY 2026

There’s a hum beneath the floorboards, / low and constant, like regret rehearsing its lines. / Mother whispers it’s the furnace. / I know better.

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