Lothlorien Poetry Journal

  side order     don't leave my bed on Sundays   don't go to church to pray  i leave my back door open  and i'm open e...

Passively Complementing the Natural Curve of the River   Walking along the Potomac in a park nestled Against the edge of Georgetown, I...

  Four Poems  by Sheila E. Murphy  from a work-in-progress titled "October Sequence" 90/ Mindful of the lapdog teachings of a ps...

We - Short Story by Jon Moray   I became a leader in a land in desperate need of leadership. Our village supreme elder’s premonition of ...

  Moth   While I was out it hatched   split and quit its chrysalis   on a first leaf dull wet wings   folded to a thor...

  Frogs   "Grow grass, stone frogs," written on bathroom walls. Hippie beads, oodles colourful acid pills in dress...