Bar Fly At Jewel Box Tavern lights are always dim so you can’t look closely. Wearing stiletto heels, she traipses along followed by billows of cheap perfume. Dressed in a second skin of electric blue velveteen covered with silver glitz. She looks for a mark, some clown who carries thick wads […]Read more "Bar Fly – Joan McNerney"
Transplants Supply and demand—- Two coats, even in July, one wool, hooded, the other matching sweat pants. Underneath? Long johns. Feel better? He needed air, on bad days especially, especially when the tide came in, when the wheelchair was too obdurate, when effort was a graft some small hope provided and waiting was […]Read more "TRANSPLANTS – Stephen Mead"
After Ahmaud Arbery 3.23.20 His arrival here cut one background from another. Five hands sprung from each of his wrists. I wipe the ashes off the armoire. I light a new stick of incense Morning Star Mellow Pine. He sits on my sofa deliberately. The muscle spasm in his leg ribbons the room. From the […]Read more "3 POEMS FOR JUNETEENTH BY TIM STALEY"
Fun with Poetry Magnets-Haiku From top over blood embrace repulsive desire soft apparatus worship nice sausage petal always has urge ache to touch pleasing pole we manipulate yet promise just nonsense sex cuddle my flame warm soul, wash sweet feet soak with sleep, bathing beneath shadow of heaven above egg sky storm incubate my sweet […]Read more "12 HAIKU – Lindsey Morrison Grant"
BUMP YOUR SWEET NEON Blue cross blue shield Keeps my bowl filled I crashed the cannabis cup manic on the hippie bus social my security weighed at the dispensary greetings earthlings I’m here for your terpenes I got lost in the forest I couldn’t hear the chorus The darkness is shifting The sameness is lifting […]Read more "THE GOATHEADS OF LINDA VISTA – THE LYRICS by Poet Tim Staley (10.2020 to 6.2021)"
“Gravity Grateful” Looking down from high places doesn’t bother me at all but when I have to look up at things, like buildings, it makes me nervous cause it feels like some kind of force like a magnet or something is going to pull me up and lift me off the ground which is a […]Read more "Gravity Grateful -Mark Blickley"
What Kind of Silence What kind of silence do you hear when you putter around the kitchen, getting ready for your day, and I’m sitting by the window drinking coffee, staring off? I’d rather just stare but I pick up a book to set you at ease. Perhaps you’d rather I chat, warble like […]Read more "What Kind of Silence – Brad Shurmantine"