Untitled by Bea Pancho
Wires are hanging above everyone Unlike the tires screeching one by one Trees across the streets rooted so deeply Cannot be moved unless anyone sees freely Slightly raise your head and you will find The pinnacle of that wondrous place from afar It is not the same, not even similar
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She is an 18 year-old college student who dreams to become a poet
Hello. I am The Traveling Poet. I was born August 2013, fathered by Nostrovia! Poetry. W.I.S.H. Publishing is my big brother, and Books & Shovels, a traveling bookstore, is my little sister.
I work to provide publication to youth writers and poets. Hitchhiking and rubber tramping interest me. I’ve been on the road off and on over the past year, and am excited to share my experiences with you.
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Arizona Truck Stop Blues by Seth Brunson
Cold wind, rain, and snow in the low desert again crying myself to sleep right around the bend
You didn’t see me there a tear frozen on my cheek in the pin-prick stilted air a man crumpled in a heap
Under a thorn…
Hi fellow teens, I'm Jeremiah Walton. I'm 18 years old, and from N.H.. I graduated High School this past spring, and began hitchhiking in the Fall. ...
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Young writers, poets, and creatives, come check out what's boiling.
Cheers!
In the Blue Plate diner the dishes crash, the screen door yawns and lets in a warm breeze, and cotton fields hang on walls while I beat my knuckles against the Quarter-at-Goodwill table. I’ve got a rhythm down by now. My fantasies are my active engines, pow…
I became aware of Liv-Christine Hoem and her poetry through a submission to W.I.S.H. Publishing. This Norwegian youth poet detours around a lot of bullshit we young writers write, and goes with elegant imagery and wording, acting as a painter.
Again, it…
Eleanor Bennett Photography
Eleanor Leonne Bennett is an internationally award winning photographer and visual artist. She is…
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With night comes the fear of the free-thought of darkness, mad mind scribblings begging for dawn
Alert! Georgia gas stations facilitate stoners!
Lonely April sidewalk gone in the dark, man on a bench mutters a prayer with hands skyward and a raspy voice…
The body burns slow from the inside. We know the blood beats out red life only by the tensions: muscles to the bone clinging, outward against ribs the heart swelling. For the first time in months clearheaded, and with it come to him subtle nightmares. Yet…
They are white as the snow in November streets, and faces, without a smile and two moons for eyes. There is no room for hope here, do not say our names. Wipe us out, we are the scars in the walls now, and even if you have forgotten us, we will never forget…
Miami Sound Machine by Carlo Roncal
Engines roar and tires
screech behind the gates.
Too many planes drone
in the air above us, and…
I dream of Roethke’s far field by Adam Lozier
I dream of Roethke’s far field, standing at the shore of memory. I watch it flow. I watch for…
I want a girl that will dangle glow sticks through her gauges and keeps up on a long board.
One willing to finger paint and scream blink 182 lyrics when the highway is our only audience.
Her smile is important. A Vagabond strip of moon that shimmers like…
A publishing blog with a focus on walking, traveling by any means, 21st century America, anarchy, personal freedom, police, love, and making it through the world the best you can.
Youth poetry publisher seeking the writing of poets ages 12-25
Don't censor yourself. Don't follow the crowd. Don't be cheap. Young as you are, play dead- so that your eyes will stay open.
