poems
AFTER JACOB BLAKE After the medical aid After the helicopter After immediately to Milwaukee After lengthening up through the crown After gravel shaped like twilight After tailwinds through the reeds After the pelvic floor After a mother tells her daughter, never say the Lord’s name in vain After, who’s name then am I supposed to […]
Read more "BLACK LIVES MATTER – AFTER JACOB BLAKE – TIM STALEY"Waves When the wave of humiliation comes it will knock you down your shoulder and ear will bang on the hard sand floor when you’re pushed down by tumbling saltwater entering your nose your lungs. The wave wins, you are small. When the wave of mortification comes you will be hit over and over you […]
Read more "WAVES – E. Martin Pedersen"Talking about weather they say meat substitutes are spies like prose poems or undercover agents who can’t keep their mouths shut, who keep talking about the weather meanwhile my grandpa died the way he lived— talking about the weather, flirting with nurses, dead-set on never letting tofu pass his lips when you live in a […]
Read more "5 POEMS – LANE CHASEK"Apple Net (derived from a Can of Native Forest Organic Sliced Peaches) Eve Serving suggestion Added sugars believe yield benefit all of us our family will love consistently sweet, tender only a hint of care in this fruit Enjoy gently warm atop your favorite he eats covers and […]
Read more "2 POEMS – LORNA WOOD"My American Friend tried to be self sufficient but instead broke my mother’s washing machine & her world collapsed one Thursday evening summer sun stoking her rage single parents fear the god of white goods I tried in vain to stop her insulting you from behind glass doors but she […]
Read more "5 POEMS – DANNY D FORD"Poor Jesus Intermingled with emails from hot horny models, offers of ED help, notices that people are looking at my LinkedIn profile, ads for Elixir of Eros and 24-hour bathroom remodels – I’m suddenly receiving daily junk mail from Jesus Christ. Subject – The biblical error they don’t want you to know or a question – Exodus […]
Read more "4 poems – Constance Hooker Koons"Cold I’m cold when you walk in defrost me with your breath score your goal against my mouth and may it be auroral breakfast or tangled cuddles to unsnarl my feet are glacial, past the afternoon the evening iced up when you went grocery shopping I race with the sun, lace up my hope you […]
Read more "COLD – Aldo Quagliotti"After I See Your Post About Visiting L.A. I reach out– longing for connection. When surrounded by seagulls, I look for the first semblance of friend. Not that we have much to anchor anymore, conversationally. Dolzani’s English class. I didn’t read assigned books. Didn’t become The Old Man and The Sea. So many years to […]
Read more "After I See Your Post About Visiting L.A. – James Croal Jackson"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"
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