Writezone Poetry Featured Guest Submissions
- Breda Sullivan
A SMELL OF CAMPHOR She was never ready when we called, always went to her front room, opened a wardrobe door on darkness and a smell I now know was camphor, reached inside for her black coat, black boots,
- Gary Lehmann
Finding the Energy to Teach First Grade When Frances Evans got up some mornings she knew she didn’t have the energy to face her class of first graders. She was in her mid 70’s. The youthful death of
- Jaime Sabines
from LOOSE POEMS (1951-1961) by JAIME SABINES. The English translation by Colin Carberry is followed by the poem in its original Spanish.
- Jean O'Brien
Night Fright My bed was positioned just inside the green door, when my mother slowly opened it I held my breath until I saw it was her. Right next to the bed was a close patterned wallpaper, which in
- Kevin Higgins
A Brief History Of Those Who Made Their Point Politely And Then Went Home On this day of tear gas in Seoul and windows broken at Dickins & Jones, I can’t help wondering why a history of those, who
- Noel Monahan
Noel Monahan CATALOGUE OF MY ROOM I am a seascape painting tilting to the right, Pulling and dragging at the blue ceiling And the white walls with the African carvings. I am the white marble mantel piece full of
