Duck feathers in the Murky pond. Scattered like the Birds swimming in it.

Sunday Kites, wings like birds up in the sky far away. Sun shines like bright laughter Monday Tiny little rats mask over their little...

Living with a cat holds a bittersweet air of loneliness while not actually being alone; boundaries are closely etched, a fine line...

Soft touches of fingers on your skin, enough to raise goosebumps up and down your arms. There is a sort of hopefulness that clouds your...

Can you still see straight through me? (translucent and incoherent as ever) I’ve wished that you hadn’t known me forever since you know...

Crunch, crunch, crunch, the soft trembling of leaves splitting beneath my steps mimics the tearing of my arteries. A voice forms,...

The feeling of the sun shining on your skin, the warmth and welcoming of the air before some afternoon rain. When the rain uncovers the...

I always thought that it was fitting that we met when tears were streaming down my cheeks in that dirty school bathroom stall.

Voices carry throughout the dark, hollow abyss, my own dissipating into the faint fog that clouds my mind.

It’s the little things that keep us pushing, that force us back to life as the sun rises each morning, pressuring us to heal from wounds...

Voice dripping sweet like honey, pretty words that hit hard like waves that bury melancholy deep within the sand disguising the...

The Viator poem form was invented by Canadian author and poet Robin Skelton. It consists of any stanzaic form in which the first line of...