Five Fleas Itchy Poetry

  the glow of screens we haunt ourselves  ~John Pappas I had a thought ... Be good to it.  We're in a strange pla...

   excising the tumour a tulip bulb                               lifted from earth ~Gavin Austin       intolerance flouncing in ...

  evening birds the empty sky grows wings. ~Manasa Reddy Chichili deciphering pieces of myself alongside moonlight  ~Sar...

  Binocular Vision                                An owl’s laugh within her smile is an obvious omen that her feathered hear...

  Collected Them  And finally there it was, the rusted remains of a shipwrecked poem interpreting the world. Heaps of meani...