I hate The stories I build around your absences They are, every one of them, fictions Worse than fictions: lies I love the person I inven...

I’m damned if I do but I’ll die if I don’t I am such a magnet to the things that hurt me the most I sense she’s far away as we lay so clo...

i was lost / looking for the chelsea hotel / when i found you instead / clinging to warm skin / in a cold basement you say / you may as w...

shaken by the rough friction of an impatient world from the cottony shadow of sleep into the rugged act of living i reassemble countless ...

I see the light more clearly in the darkness. Blackness sobers my soul, like a harsh wind. Violence argues for life more convincingly tha...

She was walking; it didn’t matter where just that her feet kept stepping away from where she could no longer stay. The road headed west a...

The house changes to winter And the stillness is terrifying. Numbing, perpetual frostbite on a sunlit day. How is it the ache of loneline...

I arrived in the heart of winter ice and snow surrounding my cradle I am the peculiar warmth In the harsh February winds Ice and snow sur...

immortality whispers ceaseless river mortality insists crackling ice Fay L. Loomis lives a particularly quiet life in the woods in upstat...

what would you do for the love of your life? i could do nothing for mine but love him in every breath every thought every song and dream ...

Math is poetry. Beautiful numbers measure beautiful minds. He divided the loaves and fish, And put the remainders in baskets. Math counts...

We received entries from so many talented and dedicated poets; our only regret is that we couldn’t publish more pieces. We are so proud ...

FTB Literary is holding a PAID Writing Contest Submit your best Flash-Fiction on the topic of your choice.  Your entry should be between ...