Safely Landing

a place of retreat
for my weary heart
a soothing offering
from allies and nature
no pretense, just comfort
a soft haven when things get ugly

i cherish this feeling of respite
this contentedness in connection
people, places and things
bringing me joy
without even trying
i can feel the love

Fizza Abbas


Mouse scurrying around the house, 
stops near the site 
where remnants of a delicious meal 
are scattered around, 
to find a slice of meat 
he saw others enjoying 
at a dinner table 

Upon finding his favourite cut, 
he smells the scent 
to visualise how welcoming 
would his other senses feel 
once he took a bite. 

Good food for thought, 
he would say! 


I agree,
since you have ingredients
to make an omelette,
you got the right

to judge my broken egg.


As the darkness rolls in,
the karaoke night of mice at my house
is in full swing:
they snake around a network of hedges,
talking in riddles
with the disjointed pieces of a tale,
that they secretly narrate
to their friends
to dupe me.

Their slight eye movements
trigger the eardrums
to look too,
for a navigation map
that they think has the license
to authorize their reckless movements
and a drunken state
at this hour of the night.

The remnants of a delicious meal
make for a lack of a map,
and they end up thanking me
for a blissful evening –
Lilliputians who use ink to blot us down
matter too,
they finally say.


Fizza Abbas is a Content Writer based in Karachi, Pakistan. She is fond of poetry and music. Her works have been published at many platforms including Indiana Voice Journal, Poetry Pacific, Runcible Spoon, Better Than Starbucks, The Poetry Village, Bonnie’s Crew, Cabinet of the Heed and Foxglove Journal.


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Dear Mr. Mouse

Hey, neighbors, I see you there in my cabinets,
rummaging and sniffing out your next meal.
But I don’t remember inviting you.

You’re really cute with that beautiful shade
of soft-looking brown. That tiny little nose,
itsy-bitsy ears, and long tail you drag behind.

But have I mentioned, it’s not very neighborly
of you to dine on my food without a “may I”,
then leaving your droppings as a gift?

A good neighbor is a fellow who smiles at you over the back fence, but doesn’t climb over it.Arthur Baer

“All will concede that in order to have good neighbors, we must also be good neighbors. That applies in every field of human endeavor.” Harry S. Truman

Image credit- Pixabay- S Hermann and F Richter


Bruce McRae

Hell’s Kitchen

Today’s special is pride pudding,
smothered in poor choices.
On the menu is a rare insight,
with a side order of lifelong regret.

Chef recommends the fear of success.
Our sorrow pie is very popular.
Would you like a glass of tears with that?
Are you ready to order?

Mirrored Sunglasses

When you looked at me
you saw yourself
and did not like it.

Short And Sweet

Once upon a time, the end.


Yesterday the elm trees nodded.
Last night the old oaks
were heard panting for breaths.
And tomorrow, the lindens will try
God’s ever-dwindling patience.

And So It Was Written

Michael said to Gabriel
something so beautiful
it must not be heard.

Gabriel replied
with a valley of mordant water,
with a sea’s worth of alum and tears.

With a hill of destruction.


Dear Future:

Allow me to apologize
for the actions of my contemporaries.
I’m afraid they were quite drunk
on the wine of living.


Bruce McRae, a Canadian musician currently residing on Salt Spring Island BC, is a multiple Pushcart nominee with over 1,600 poems published internationally in magazines such as Poetry, Rattle and the North American Review.


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Prolific Press Haiku Acceptance!

Thank you so much Prolific Press for accepting and publishing my haiku submission. What wonderful news to receive today! Glenn Lyvers and the team at Prolific Press are wonderful to work with. I appreciate your support of my work! If you are interested in purchasing this edition and/or the previous ones I was published in, you can click the link below.

Celebrating the Art of Haiku #65

Fall in Love with Poetry Again – Tanka Journal #9

A Peculiar Fascination – Three Line Poetry #51

Reblog – Earth, Air and Water by Murray Robertson

I just love the flow and structure of Murray’s words. The image just reinforces the beautiful nature of life. Bravo!

Murray Robertson (photography & poems)

solid ground
      my feet
   have found,
i've come to 

   this air
   is good
in spring,
it's good
it rains

i am water;
   it is in 
my flesh,
my thoughts.

      and we are 
all swimmers, 
   and we swim
through time,

   the river
always flows,
      and takes
   our bones,
when we 
are due

   do not fear
   the river,
time is and
      will be,
and we can
and float quite 

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