poems
Ode to Garlic Humble architect of appetite, builder of feasts, your essence expanding in the heat of the frying pan, melting into the broth or browning in rich olive oil where you will be added to the onions, zucchini, tomatoes, and paprika—neither too soon, nor too late, a ghost wafting from the kitchen, a whisper […]
Read more "ROSE MARY BOEHM ~ ODE TO GARLIC"Reflection When I was in the hospital I was five years old and With another little girl Next door We talked And laughed Just knowing She was there I felt better My mother says I had a private room But there may have been a mirror
Read more "PENNY NOLTE ~ REFLECTION"My Place In The Garden Can’t out-beauty the rose – have to out-think it. It may be a luscious crimson, but I can remember who won the Super Bowl in 1984. What does a rose know of football? Its scent may rival a Paris parfumerie but it can’t size up its options, make a decision […]
Read more "JOHN GREY ~ My Place In The Garden"Real Hair The black man who stopped, said “Forgive me, but you have real hair I don’t see that often & it’s beautiful” I had it up in twin tails, how I learned to wear my mask, so the loops would go over my hair & not my ears didn’t say it till he saw it from the […]
Read more "Storm Ainsely ~ REAL HAIR"White Sun (In memory of Henry Gonzales) I will not be attending your burial. Eight hours of driving in one day are too much for my old bones, I’m afraid. But I can imagine it well enough – the cold Ortiz Mountain air, the circle of extended family blurred by tears, century- old stones decaying […]
Read more "5 poems ~ John Nizalowski"I am Joaquín I am Joaquín lost in a world of confusion, Caught up in a whirl of a gringo society, Confused by the rules, Scorned by attitudes, Suppressed by manipulations And destroyed by modern society. My fathers have lost the economic battle and won the struggle of cultural survival. And now! I […]
Read more "Rodolfo “Corky” Gonzales ~ Yo Soy Joaquín / I Am Joaquín"Static I tried to explain I have only lived in flat places where walking is easy I suggested he walk our Alps-like neighborhood while I stay home and make notes in my new journal with the cover of a woman’s head with a plant growing out of the top then I saw the back of […]
Read more "SUSAN SHEA ~ STATIC"Everyone’s an Amoeba The sky is like a Petri dish outside my window & everyone’s an amoeba – they come & go like pulsating blobs before my eyes, microscopic minions locked in their two-bit sooner-forgotten-than-remembered lives, as they strive to divide & reproduce like colored honeycombs on slides, lost to themselves & their many lies […]
Read more "Christopher Heise ~ Everyone’s an Amoeba"“down, dance, neck, up” So they send you a hey let’s go out again sometime if you’re free soonand you’ve been just canceling again and again because you’re just too much manto just tell someone you’re not that into someone anymore, but today’s the day I help you end it Find some factor that is […]
Read more "2 poems ~ JACOB HATFIELD"Red Lobster Declares Bankruptcy there are plenty of fishin the sea not sustainablyever since my father diedmy mother has bingedon endless shrimp and that,too, has drowned her Summer (Wilting) The wind I seekmay not exist. That’swhy I sit in Friendship Parkon a cool summer day.Three days this weekwithout a drink. I don’tknow who to watchfor. […]
Read more "5 poems by James Croal Jackson"
Cacti Fur 