The print issue for summer 2019 is now available! It features all of the poems posted on Peeking Cat from April to June 2019 – that’s 53 pages of great writing. Get your copy of the summer issue here!
Memorial Seated, listening to musicWe hold hands, palm to palmFingers intertwined We become a conduitYour energy flowing into mineFrom this place, this spot I wonder if you feel it tooBut dare not ask or moveOr change this moment. Bio:Ann Privateer is a retired teacher who writes poetry, paints, and gardens. Her poems have appeared […]
Eggshell If my shell splinters or cracklesSpiderwebs into tiny minuscule piecesAny furtherMy contents will emergeSplatter melt tumble aloftThe rubble that’s leftMemories of me scattered onto the floor Bio Tracy Houser has written poetry and short stories much of her life and has always dreamed of publishing. She is from Oklahoma and lives in the […]
Photog 101 Those photos made of receding snow,back in the day,with a balky SLRand in the campus darkroom were as black and whiteas could be artfully expressed,with crystalline texturesand grass revealed in murky tones, then briefly exhibitedto the rest of the class,graded a “B” and taken downto become long discarded, and since only the negatives […]
Precipice Making lovefor the first timewe lost the ability to speak,grunts and groansguiding usas we exploredthis new language of the body,bringing each other to the precipiceof ourselves,before, sated, falling over,the wet ground rising eagerlyto meet us. Bio Edward Lee’s poetry, short stories, non-fiction and photography have been published in magazines in Ireland, England and […]
The Invisible Spirit The night is long, long as the stars are falling apart and so my tears are the rain on the child cheeksI thought that love would make us lucky, and happy until I realized that one of usmust pretend that I’m deadTrust was the most beautiful word we have had in our […]
Anne, The Traveler You’re always somewhere in New England, always in the White or Green Mountains or the grassy hills of the Berkshires always but just not here, so when do we meet up again – and what’s your preferred weather- snow? spring?crocuses firing or maples shedding red? please nameyour blossom and your scent, request […]
We are often lost We are often lost,in the thickness of thin things,in the weed of our thoughts. We often tread through life like ants tread on an elephant:close to the skin, busy in the wrinkles; but completely oblivious, of the whole elephant, of the big picture. Bio Javed Latoo is a senior medical practitioner […]
Coffeehouse Poem # 336 I see a woman from aFew days ago, enteringThe coffeehouseHer ebullience could meltAll the snow on the groundHer red checkered flannel shirtBlack jeans and winter bootsMake her the poster girl forLobster boat chicI tell her i,’m charmedBy her lovelinessShe says, she smilesCos it helps her stayAwake Bio “I am a […]
Bio Dylan Sonderman’s writing has featured in publications such as Angry Old Man, Luna Negra, The Burr, Crab Fat Literary Magazine, and AltOhio. He lives in Cleveland with his loving wife, Liz, and their dog, Gertie. The strange and fun sounds of his soul are available to listen through his music project, Metaself.