Poetry - Lynn White

  Echo It was the punishment of a jealous goddess. Echo was only following orders but it was no defence at that time. Now she gazes helplessly at her own face reflected in the pool. He isn’t there. He isn’t there. But still his face repeats her past as her words repeat their past, the last words she heard repeated again and again. https://mayariliterature.substack.com/p/6fa90e80-09d9-4428-a081-2276ca7de94e?postPreview=paid&updated=2026-07-14T23:21:35.982Z&audience=only_paid&free_preview=false&freemail=

https://thegorkogazette.com/2026/08/05/odin-is-hunting-and-1-more-by-lynn-white/ Odin Is Hunting Quick as slippery silver he led the hunt riding and flying across the winter sky. Hide, hide, hide, only the well hidden   will escape his thunder. Hide,   hide,   hide,   only the well hidden will survive the blood, fire and death he brings on that journey to Valhalla.

  In Therapy “And how did that make you feel,” she said. “Murderous,” I said and I sensed her alarm, though she hid it well, I could feel her anxiety. I told her more.   She seemed alarmed. “You should leave,” I said I knew that she understood, and I wondered what form her evasive action would take. “What are you feeling now”, she said. I was mistaken, she hadn’t understood. And now I don’t know how I’m feeling. I couldn’t tell her even if she could ask. https://thegorkogazette.com/2026/08/05/odin-is-hunting-and-1-more-by-lynn-white/

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  We Should Have Seen It Coming To begin with the dark parts were small tiny black squares in the brightness, we should have seen it growing recognised its full potential noticed the blurred edges allowing it to creep outwards imperceptibly almost invisibly. And now there’s hardly a space between the black parts and little space for brightness around them. Even the red no longer looks dangerous however vibrantly it tries to intervene the darkness is winning slowly but  exponentially covering it all. We should have seen it coming. How did we not see it? I think it’s too late to halt it now. https://latinosenglishedition.blog/2026/08/05/we-should-have-seen-it-coming-by-lynn-white/

  Mack’s Knife Threepence was not much for any beggar to sing about and the barrel organ had broken so only the choir of those in darkness could accompany his song. And he could see the sharks circling, their teeth gleaming pearly white not like his, broken and brown. But he hardly felt the bite and didn’t see the knife as he dropped from sight again and this time it all stayed dark. https://masticadoresusa.wordpress.com/2026/07/29/macks-knife-by-lynn-white/