by E Kraft
The golden aroma of percolating hazelnut beans and the steady spurts of its machine cradle me out of bed. I shuffle into the kitchen, each motion deliberate and comforting, a
Read More »by E Kraft
The golden aroma of percolating hazelnut beans and the steady spurts of its machine cradle me out of bed. I shuffle into the kitchen, each motion deliberate and comforting, a
Read More »We proudly present another amazine poetry reading!
Our wonderful contributor Stacie Eirich reads her poems Earth Mother, Our Hearts a Chrysalis & Tenderness, published on The Amazine in June and August 2024.
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Read More »by Hisholore
My life’s becoming a looping eclipse
Cold, humid, and frozen at its temples
Faltering away from the noise
Quiet, silent, lifeless, and dull
However, it’s become quite morbid recently
Echoing, loud, and beating with angst
by Sameen Shakya
The God of love grew sick of searching,
For his muse, sad to be lurking,
While his subjects got to loving,
He sat sordid, overthinking –
Curse the powers that be for linking,
His job with what he was missing
by Alma Ariaz
Your mother doodles
when she talks on the phone.
(You call it doodling, she calls it
scribbling. Both acts serve the same
purpose, but you sense the subtext
behind the distinction.
It isn’t quite clear.
It could not be clearer.)
by Mike Towey
This is a fumbling towards chaos
No whimpering in dark memories
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