Editor’s note: The ease of language in this Throwback Thursday poem, and the way every word helps build a picture appealed to us. We can...

The wind and the waves echoed her heart- constant and pure. The storm was her soul-wild and untamed... And when the tempest raged around...

Once, they worshiped at our altars, Aware our anger might erupt in torrential winds and rains. It did not take much to garner our favor,...

In place of wedding rings we stood toe to toe & drove twin icicles into our eyes. I saw like her & she saw me flaking into an arctic...

Something in the atmosphere has shifted And I can't quite wrap my finger around it The tips of the winter edge have finally receded...

Hiking through a forest preserve, I tried to find myself hiding in dappled shadows. Hazy clouds veiled the sun, unleashed icy drizzle. A...

There’s a scorpion in your mind, and vast fires in your eye. The sun went down ten thousand years ago, its light fell into a swallowing...

The month of April passed without any showers elf tears do not suffice so May flowers struggle where shall bees and faeries flit and...

Zeus scowls down one summer Sunday afternoon at a town unconcerned with a grimace from the sky. He glowers. He glares. He strives to...

Once there was a girl born without eyes. She didn’t know any better, so she was happy. She had a voice like a nightingale and loved to...

Her sorcery-cloaked sisters come seeking her spells. The Sea Witch asking for An ocean tempest for a prince’s doom and A mermaid’s voice....

They always talk about the shoes, not the electric slick slide of soles on glass, or the ice that shook me on the stairs— what use are...

Long ago, in the coastal village of Soltriste, while dreaming, a woman named Dolores met Death. Santa Muerte was wandering the shore not...

Mushrooms emerging From saturated ground Mist bearing shoots Scatter faintly Among tree roots Chirping echoes above As other nests Are...

When you're traveling east of the sun And west of the moon You’re always late Racing against time The elements and Fate There is no map...

They say long ago when this land was still barren and dry, there was a girl who was born with a heart made of diamond. Her skin was like...

Wings of spun sugar, wrapped up in paper: a gift from the god who lived down the river. His increasing favor had grown even greater,...

I wandered in the desert until I found my way to an astrologer. She told me to seek a Virgo; instead, I seem to have found virga....

Editor's Note: We have an original bonus poem for the month to share with our readers today! Author Avra Margariti's wondrous poetry...