Kate Neilson

Waves It comes in waves – the grief and pain. The loss of our imagined future now forever relegated to the confines of my fantasy world. The multitude of exploits I was so sure we were destined to share, remain unrealised. The Sunday afternoon walks we won’t do, the unbought gifts, the selfies with my […]

Beverly M. Collins

Oh Dear! “My feet have hiccups.” she said.I was not sure I wanted to hold a visionof that. I didn’t want to contemplatewhat feet could choke or Reflux on.Oh well… Wait a minute! Where would the stomach of afoot be located? There I was “thinking” about it.I tried not to. She was not seated in […]

Issue 39 Out Now!

The print issue for summer 2019 is now available! It features all of the poems posted on Peeking Cat from April to June 2019 – that’s 53 pages of great writing. Get your copy of the summer issue here!

Ann Privateer

Memorial Seated, listening to musicWe hold hands, palm to palmFingers intertwined We become a conduitYour energy flowing into mineFrom this place, this spot I wonder if you feel it tooBut dare not ask or moveOr change this moment.    Bio:Ann Privateer is a retired teacher who writes poetry, paints, and gardens. Her poems have appeared […]

Tracy Houser

Eggshell If my shell splinters or cracklesSpiderwebs into tiny minuscule piecesAny furtherMy contents will emergeSplatter melt tumble aloftThe rubble that’s leftMemories of me scattered onto the floor   Bio Tracy Houser has written poetry and short stories much of her life and has always dreamed of publishing. She is from Oklahoma and lives in the […]

Phil Huffy

Photog 101 Those photos made of receding snow,back in the day,with a balky SLRand in the campus darkroom were as black and whiteas could be artfully expressed,with crystalline texturesand grass revealed in murky tones, then briefly exhibitedto the rest of the class,graded a “B” and taken downto become long discarded, and since only the negatives […]

Edward Lee

Precipice Making lovefor the first timewe lost the ability to speak,grunts and groansguiding usas we exploredthis new language of the body,bringing each other to the precipiceof ourselves,before, sated, falling over,the wet ground rising eagerlyto meet us.   Bio Edward Lee’s poetry, short stories, non-fiction and photography have been published in magazines in Ireland, England and […]

Ahmad Al-Khatat

The Invisible Spirit The night is long, long as the stars are falling apart and so my tears are the rain on the child cheeksI thought that love would make us lucky, and happy until I realized that one of usmust pretend that I’m deadTrust was the most beautiful word we have had in our […]

John Grey

Anne, The Traveler You’re always somewhere in New England, always in the White or Green Mountains or the grassy hills of the Berkshires always but just not here, so when do we meet up again – and what’s your preferred weather- snow? spring?crocuses firing or maples shedding red? please nameyour blossom and your scent, request […]

Javed Latoo

We are often lost We are often lost,in the thickness of thin things,in the weed of our thoughts. We often tread through life like ants tread on an elephant:close to the skin, busy in the wrinkles; but completely oblivious, of the whole elephant, of the big picture.   Bio Javed Latoo is a senior medical practitioner […]