Poetry
Todd Warner Moore – Spark
If you’re looking for a musician who has an eerie similarity to Gordon Lightfoot, a good sense of humour, and an incredible list of skilled musicians to build a wonderful...
B.E.N. – My Girlfriend Ruined My Spotify Algorithm and Other Musical Poems
If you’re looking for some calming and eclectic instrumental music a la synthetic yoga and new-age vibes then you need look no further than Benjamin Ryan Williams’ latest release under...
Trelliswork
The wind in my hair is an old friend. The seasons like neighbourhoods acquaintances met departures regretted. There is a price to pay for...
The Old Neighbourhood
The old neighbourhood is lovely this May morning, white light blue sky flood new greenery coarse bark winding staircases wrought iron railings weathered brick and stone old creviced faces new...
Instrumental
Instrumental for Caleb By D.S. Martin Like a marionette that doesn’t dance until the puppeteer’s fingers tightly tug her strings hanging along the wall strewn about the room stringed...
Even Though Even So
Each night A human could, They’d look up Into the bright night sky And view the stars Even though Many could see They existed much Like...
Poem Every Day #30 – Gone
Gone (PED #30) Travelled; in and out of cities, floating through mindsets, teasing consciousness. Life’s unsteady tide rocks between calming, sunny days, and...
Poem Every Day #29 – Spring
Spring (PED #29) On a chilly morning I awake from my slumber, rising before the sleepy sun. Frost turns to dew, birds begin to chirp,...
Poem Every Day #28 – Electric
Electric (PED #28) Hairs stand on end due to your static energy, one giving life to my empty cells, lifting the shell to a vibrant...
Poe Every Day #27 – Ache
Ache (PED #27) My body is sore; joints creak feet and legs throb headaches persist. All because I drank too much trying to forget about...
Poem Every Day #26 – Burst
Burst (PED #26) Stretched, skin thin and opaque. Seeing through the surface peeling back curtains hiding my soul. Wanting you to understand everything -...
I’ve Never Once Been A Genius
I sit here in a new white T with Desolation Angels feeling as though I could beat Kerouac in a writing contest. A lucky wanker, after all. No use...
Poem Every Day #25 – Forgotten
Forgotten (PED #25) An old love note crumpled and well read buried in a stack of old papers in a weathered shoebox at the bottom...
Poem Every Day #24 – Harvest
Harvest (PED #24) At the end of summer I’ll be ready to go Harvest my blood, guts, heart and soul That’s all I will be...
Poem Every Day #23 – Open
Open (PED#23) sitting in a hot, stuffy room, laying in my lonely stank and looking for answers. shut in, gasping needing a steady flow keeping...
Poem Every Day #22 – Apocalypse
Apocalypse (PED#22) Fall and crash lights break shrouded in darkness. the walls crack peering into end times. I look back last bits of light through the...
Poem Every Day #21 – Hunger
Hunger (PED #21) There is a rumbling in my stomach. All it wants is to devour every little piece of you....
Poem Every Day #20 – Borrow
Borrow (PED #20) The rhythmic beat dogs in the background repeating with precision. Light slowly trickles in the tiny slits in opening eyes. Shocked to...
Poem Every Day #19 – Flood
Flood (PED #19) Flooding my throat with alcohol, lubricating my senses in order to slip past the blocks in my mind....