by Ajibike Lapite | Apr 2, 2009 | Poetry
He’s in Iraq again, she would say to all that asked they’d whoop in signs of patriotism yet mock behind her back The wedding ring upon her finger is tainted by well-intentioned blood he split she said she’d stay there forever but she never realized it’d be a long wait...
by Andrea Mackintosh | Feb 21, 2009 | Poetry
Push off and leave me alone And take your phoney sympathy with you. You don’t get it do you … he was special. Not in that Everyone’s special new labour way He was and so were we We didn’t meet at a dance or in some cheap nasty pub We met in a place where the lovers...
by Andrea Mackintosh | Feb 20, 2009 | Poetry
They were there again last night, They sit there accusing Unforgiving Reminding me That its not a game They are shouting now: “You did your job. So well done you But what are we supposed to do? Now, that we are gone? You took the credit for your courageous actions,...
by Kevin M Welsh | Sep 30, 2008 | Poetry
I was 5 when my dad died… And I was sad…for I knew him not. No golden memories of man and child… No playing together in the garden plot. Whenever I other boys espied Engaged in their dad’s company… I was so sad…I often cried… To be bereft of paternity. Until one day a...
by Cordelia | Apr 19, 2008 | Poetry
My child nearly two to hospital I went So sick was she. Little did I know what to expect Nor the way you would treat me. You knew who I was, but did not know me. You treated me differently from the other mothers In the ward that night you see. Do you remember what you...
