care home daffodils wilting beside mum’s bed … spring at last the hearse arrives … within…
two monostichs by Annie Lyall Slaughter
Weathered faces whisper tales of wisdom written in wrinkled skin, sharing more than words ever could … The…
three monoku by Helen Buckingham
ghost moon coasts in on an alpha wave … nightlights cause poems cause cancer … plasticity green about the gills…
three monoku by Eva Limbach
why I’m still here the golden fields of wheat … after all that war a blackbird’s song still shy…
three monostichs by Jay Ramson
Prehistoric love: Her body never met itself in a mirror, but she would catch its contours reflected in her lover’s…
five monostichs by Tom Riley
THE NARCISSIST KNOWS SADNESS Those distant mountains are not watching me. … WHISKEY IN THE BELLY It wishes…
three monoku by Paul Beech
wind-blown in exile my plum tree … borne on the ebbtide our memories … dusk falling…
two weird monostichs by Gary Bowers
THE WIND evaporates eyewater alchemically to its metaphor: grit. … molybdenum partakes of both blue jeans and a…
three monostichs by Tiffany Shaw-Diaz
every road a cliff after the bomb after the bomb … skeleton in the cloud I also…
a statement and two monostichs by deb y felio
those who do not know history as recorded are destined to distort it. … #whataboutme to all…