The Painter

  A brief canvas of obsession and compulsion Etched blackened veins in strokes Of leaden paint. The painter in his madness portrayed chaos. What he thought were masterpieces were merely the manipulations of the claws that trickled up his spine, sending signals to his ailing wrists. One day he stood back, stooped in calmed breath, the lights turned mellow in his studio observing yet another … Continue reading The Painter

The Caged Quill

Words: Rosie Howe Embracing solitude for warmth Cold winters bite my lonely soul Which lies susceptible and vulnerable Without a protector or comfort. My nib scratches the surface of silence, Tearing away all society. Am I alone? Guarded by none but a pen for a kukri and ink for venom?   Open are the wounds of my words, The wounds of my heart? Stagnant. My … Continue reading The Caged Quill

Motley Poetry

Transcendence Leanne O Connor Desmond Autumn falls in folds around my feet Bodies beat back the sweet sounds of Degradation, an alien Nation rises from the Earth built on the toil of our ancestors. Whispers carried through the fog-drum-beats Long lost, we dance to the rhythm of our Mothers’ syllables. The lonely lullaby of The night, tattooed scripture in her lungs Screaming for recognition, the … Continue reading Motley Poetry