Alex Grehy
Share on facebook
Share on twitter
Share on linkedin
Share on email
Share on stumbleupon
Share on email

I

The world spins around

the axis of my grief. I

stand still, paralysed.

II

Indivisible

prime number, my grief is mine

alone to carry.

III

The end was peaceful

I feel no remorse or guilt.

Sadness eats my bones.

IV

It was the right time,

suffering eased, merciful.

I cannot regret.

V

Loss yawns, he’s seen it

all before, voids full of tears,

I refuse to drown.

VI

Soft bones of sorrow

float light on dark currents, a

tide of hidden hope.

VII

I drift onto the

shores of tomorrow, resting

in sands of solace.

VIII

The world spins around,

This time I reach out, ready,

for motion renewed.

Alex Grehy’s poetry and short stories have been featured in a range of publications worldwide. Her sweet life revolves around narrowboating, greyhounds, singing and chocolate. Alex’s best friend says of her vivid writing ‘For someone so lovely, you’re very twisted!

Best of the Net Nominees 2021

we are so excited to announce our nominees for Best of the Net 2021. we submitted 6 poems and 3 pieces of artwork for the 2021 season. The Best of the

scorpion

ennui or waiting

as summer creeps in with 100 degree heat and scorching sun, it is easy to stay sequestered in the air conditioning. the past year of quarantine has made the inside

hot july night by eric short

In your bed, pretending to sleep, secretly counting fan blades like flower petals, wondering He loves me, He loves me not, He loves me. Thank god there are five.  

connect

we love hearing from you. tell us everything