emma fissenden

Archaeologist by Emma Fissenden

sifting through her dresser drawer distracted by the staccato hum of the pipes upstairs, by the cat leaping, less gracefully than expected, by the neighbour’s garage [...]

June 1, 2014

Mind Herbs by Ashlie Allen

He brought me herbs, though I was not sick in the body. No one could see where the illness lived except him. First, he [...]
The Silver Birch by Vincent O’Connor

In the garden of my deceased dad there stood a single tree. It bore no fruit, offered no druids’ code, brought forth no [...]
Let He Who Is Without by Kevin Brown

She carved my sins in soil we left untended, remains of a garden from the previous owners, letting time and wind wear them [...]
Richmond Ennui by Christine Stoddard

You used to scour the rag shops in Southside, ………………..where black families lived in [...]
Two Poems by Michelle Watters

moon goddess moonlights as a suburban housewife she could be drawing down the moon but instead she loads the dishwasher [...]
Two Poems by Lynne Potts

FACTS, CHICKENS, AND TRAIN TRACKS Acquisition in the lobby of the El Rancho Hotel, Gallup New Mexico where the waitress [...]
Fourth of July 2016 by Kristine Brown

Celebrate USA. Free gallon of tea with every family meal. Every marquee in front of each local restaurant peddled the same [...]
Colossal by Ruth Daniell

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” Paul ignores the question. Instead, he glances down at the coffee-table that Mel [...]
ross from friends emoji set by chuck young

two smiling mouths / pressed against each / other gospeling secrets / down ticklish throats. / personal history [...]
You are what you eat and I’m not meat by Edward Birt

Bacon. Ham. Sausage. Steak. None of this gets on my plate. Chops. Chorizo. Squid and offal. Divine to some, to me just [...]
Six Poems by Josh Jordan

The Soul Undimmed In quietude you whisper upon the wind, reminiscing upon an afflicted past Outwardly your soul appears [...]
Four Poems by Dorothy Chan

Sonnet XXV: Hong Kong Crabs Hold on for Dear Life Hong Kong crabs are holding on for dear life as Dad takes the tongs and I [...]