There are times when I think I might be too weird to be loved. I’ll catch myself calling squirrels to the backyard to feed them peanuts and I’ll be talking to them in a funny voice and I’ll realize I’m still in my pajamas and my house shoes and I’ll think, this is probab...
myself comfortable on a smooth slab of granite (Part 3), I fell deep into a lovely reflection about the man who I’m sharing this camper van journey with, not to mention, the phenomenal journey of life.And so, the poem below evolved. I hope you enjoythis touch of romance for a ...
view their own smiles in a mirror, study a robin’s feather, look at the sky, play with pets, and do other things children love to do. Sure to charm the children is not only Howell’s sweet rhyming, but also the brilliant illustrations that accompany each poem. Some...
You see things there like weeds growing through concrete, squirrels always with a nut, rabbits frozen, convinced you can’t see them. You see kitties skulking around the back, pugs that busted out of their backyard fence, the corner lots that are absolutely littered with flowers, cleared lots...
Singh begins the collection with “A Journey through Grief” in which she speaks of how the tears flowed when she wrote these poems, and how they flowed again when she re-read them to edit. After reading the first poem “Just One Goodbye” I knew her collection was going to be heart-...
about the ups and downs life has delivered. In a world where tragedy appears to be never-ending, the inspiration and motivation found in each poem is warmly welcomed. On the other hand, Georgakas dips into vulnerability and authenticity that we all can relate to; no words are minced, a ...
As an introvert with a dash of social anxiety, staying at home hasn’t been that much of a challenge. Sitting out in the backyard, reading a book, feeding the squirrels, life feels almost normal. But it’s not. March was one hell of a year, huh? Yeah, it felt like it. I was ...
Spring has a lot of beauty to offer. If asked to write your own poem about this beautiful season, how would you write it? Editors in Teens held an activity and invited students and one special writer, ChatGPT, to share their spring poems. ...
We’re all navigating our own struggles, and I’m really glad this vulnerable poem found such a great home. It’s included in Issue 4, which you can read here. Many thanks again to all the editors of The Lumiere Review and to the judges! Congratulations to the other winners, ...
(31) me of the poem Leisure, written by W. H. Davies in the early 20th century. It is more More (32) today than ever before. No time to stand beneath the boughs(树干), And stare as long as sheep and cows. No time to see the woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in...