poems
The Name of My Bride It matters not whether what liesat the bottom of the lake is hardboiled eggs, marizpan, car batteries,the Senator, a Biblical abomination,the handbook for your exerciseequipment, the loch ness monster,even a good dose of lichen. It’s lessabout what is there than what youcan prove is there, what you canmake a tentful […]
Read more "ROBERT BEVERIDGE – THE NAME OF MY BRIDE"Tears for what I hear So much sadness exists within a bird’s song. Do not get me wrong. I can hear the whistles that have all the sweetness of certain pistils. What bothers me is that no matter how much a bird tries, it cannot change the tune of its winged tribe. It could never […]
Read more "BOB MCNEIL – Tears for what I hear"LIGHTHOUSE SILHOUETTE The lighthouse stands in front of the setting sun; a day’s natural protection against shorelines and snags lurking in one’s path. The lighthouse silhouette stands between – prepared, primed, hand on the switch as the sun sets, an afterglow evaporates into darkness strobed by the lighthouse. ~~~ BACK DAYS Looking back, vision blurs […]
Read more "DIANE WEBSTER – 2 POEMS"How Small Can the Smallest Star Be? I hear the thank you notehas gone out of style.That’s just bad mannersif you ask me. A sign ofpoor parenting. Remind meagain, what’s the small fork for?What’s the proper salutationfor a collection letter?Are dowries still a thing?I thought I saw a hummingbirdbut it turned out to be a […]
Read more "PATRICK MEEDS – 5 POEMS"HANNAH Au pair Ragtime tinkles. Velvet curtainsMouths of Dissertation muddles. Swish. ItalianGlass slipper. Director’s cutCockatiel twitters. Fascinates. ~~~ JACKSON Cane stings Shipyard klaxon. Fixative graftsKnuckles. Mortified Bevvy, ham Knick-knack.Hour. Tucker. Squint clearOf window. ~~~ AGNES Marionette contorts Stuffing gunks Surgical over-the-kneesOn flames. Fork. Bubbles Bottlenecks veins.Perihelion rebuffs Slosh terrine. Tea-wealdSky. Mug idle. ~~~ RAB Sun-stroke […]
Read more "Christopher Barnes – 5 poems"Emily as a Blue Jay at First LightI love any empty roomEmily is perched outside.She calls& it doesn’t matterif she’s calling for mebecause that song meansthe world is still here& Emily is speakingto us, to all of us in the wayswe deserve. Obnoxious beautycreates the world every day& Emily can’t really sing,but there we are,with […]
Read more "DARREN C. DEMAREE — 3 poems"HEY GUYS, YOUSE PROBABLY DEAD NOW So I can’t be sued by none of youse, as you always said,wouldn’t care much about suing except to spit the word out like a curse.But thanks guys for what I learned about how not to live life. Ernie Bigush used to spit a lot more than he talkedwhen […]
Read more "VERN FEIN – HEY GUYS, YOUSE PROBABLY DEAD NOW"5 Years ago Remember as the sun set on James island Tired Together Fading into the coming nightAnd how after heading back to our camp An old man to show the pictures he had taken of Our silhouettes together encircled by Fiery dusk How he asked for our emailsIn effort to send the photos to […]
Read more "TOM PESCATORE – 5 Years Ago"They Come at Night I know how to read men even with my eyes closed, hands out, fingers reading the Braille of sweat, of the man on the bed beside me. I pretend I’m deaf so he won’t talk to me, but I have been alive just long enough to know when someone is about […]
Read more "HOLLY DAY – THEY COME AT NIGHT"We are creatures of Earth and we go by Water We are creatures of Earth and we go by Water Our silent barges slide through violet waterways Behind the warehouses No window overlooks our passing No anglers see us as we go by The banks and towpaths are deserted And over there behind the wall […]
Read more "I.D. Sherred – We are creatures of Earth and we go by Water"
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