Wanting to reach out to something that isn't there wanting, but not believing that I will ever have Thirsting, but not believing that I will ever drink I am alone, and yet I am not I am, but an echo of the word Waiting, and wanting to be heard unexpectedly at times I hear and … Continue reading Reaching Out: Raime Goldberg
Category: poetry
Next to Time: James Adamson
Time is so close to me Its movement can be Mistaken for my soul. My knowledge sieves through The seconds and my actions Are the years of the century Stepped on as though degrees Of the earth, the minutes and Seconds of our globe Machine to make me a Tooth in a sprocket Like I … Continue reading Next to Time: James Adamson
Montreal at Night: Spencer Elliot Carr
The city is alive, Some dopamine-drenched dream, Or serotonin-stupor, There must be some meaning, An answer, a reason, The lights are eerie, I feel real, but surroundings Are a nighttime dreamscape, Odd things hold importance, Election signs in the moonlight, Edith Laperle, Debout pour Outremont, How can I be sure if I am awake, Such … Continue reading Montreal at Night: Spencer Elliot Carr
Clearing Space: Jim Beckta
Hasn’t enough been said? Words pile up like so much trash. And more line up. Pulling out old corpses stored in the mud, pulling them onto the beach where the tide can pull them out to sea and little fish with mighty jaws may grind them up so they become sand and coral and butterflies … Continue reading Clearing Space: Jim Beckta
