Ron Riekki – A Girl Texts Me Saying I’m Hot

            A Girl Texts Me Saying I’m Hot and I think about heat, about fevers and summer and stoves and global warming and campfires and saunas and love.  And afterwards, that night, cold bed, I realize that I’ve spent too much time in thought, that I should have swam to her, off this island, crossed […]

Jim Woessner – Innocent

Innocent It started as a wrong number, a chance encounter, totally innocent. A woman telephoned and asked for Joan. My ex-wife is named Joan, so I naturally assumed… But when I explained that Joan no longer lived here, the caller said she was looking for a different Joan. I told her I understood. For years […]

Cancer Scribblers Introductory Video

I’m launching a new series of webinars called Cancer Scribblers, designed to help people living with and after cancer, and caregivers, to get into writing, hone your craft and share your story in your own way! This first video aims to give you a flavour of what the webinars will be like and to introduce […]

Nwankwo Prosper O – thanatology

thanatology to burials and funereals\—i turn up\—a  palpable psychopomp\— skinbound in ghost-outfits\ —deathbound\—in a language escorting expired shadows\— of flesh & blood in my breath\ in silence\ i become  a gravedancer or thanatologist\— speaking the grave accent\ cohering the living \—with prayer bumps frequented by ghosts\ i palpate thanatographies  as my death-assemblage   Bio Nwankwo […]

Jordan Hunt – Two Poems

Ethel Burnt hair tips.Crow’s feet etched on the faceFootprints in the snow.Ruby lips flaked purple.Old, brown paper hands, stranglingdoor handles.Soft floral dresses drape around thebones.A contortion of branches. Eyes ripened with age. Bruisedhoney dews.The memories are summer.Sun kissed promises of dancing and smiling and girls.The body is autumn,Moss climbing aching arches waiting to collapse. Waiting […]

Lisa Reily – Two Poems

black tea we return to our room for cups of black teato find your message:i am dying, LOLand the day feels still, hotter than it was;my breakfast, idli and curry, dark grapes and water,feels dead in my belly.each time, it becomes harder,each time, easier;one day you will disappear.when. we stir sugar into our cups, too […]

Julian Grant – 102 Degrees of Love

102 Degrees of Love He lies there, belly swollen from ever-guilty handouts at my table. Although not old, he has the shopworn shab of a much-loved sweater passed hand-to-hand. His muzzle, now grey, bears hard iron bristles where once only soft velvet bloomed. It is his eyes, though, that are forever young, limpid pools of […]

Daniel Miess – Climate Change and The Death of Birds

Climate Change and The Death of Birds   last of kin inhale hot empty air        throat shrivels        no flying        ground littered with angel blue feathers      unsung songs at twilight ring from soundless beaks       dead forests buried in grief   above shriveled sky      children walk barren ground    old green memories give way to sand      sand stings […]

Creative Writing Webinars For Cancer Survivors

We are starting a new webinar series on creative writing! It will be aimed at cancer patients, survivors and caregivers who would like to write through their experiences. The series will include topics such as poetry, memoir, essays, blogging, body image, getting published and more. The series is still in the planning stages right now, […]

Daun Daemon – Bats

Bats Mama thought they were bats, the black specksthat swirled in the wintertime over the smokestackat the cotton mill beyond the railroad tracks An eight-year-old scientist, I stood fascinatedas I watched them swoop, rise, dip, twirl, and spread,shape shifting like faint faces in a cloud My sisters said they would get tangled in my hairor, […]