A Hundred Ways to Die You lose all your body fat, visible bones father Hospice is here, the bed you read a thousand books in, blanket over your face to sleep, snow outside, steps from dogs and grandkids, metastasized, a sunflower sprouts from your lungs, a sparrow on your disc florets, tomatoes green ready to […]
Read more "Noah Cicero – A Hundred Ways to Die"GOOD LUCK FOR THE DAY I’m walking along when I see this middle-aged woman at the top of a short flight of steps trying to pull a stuffed chair through a doorway, so I stop and call up to her, “Would you like some help?” Checking me out for a moment she smiles and says, […]
Read more "Jeffrey Zable – GOOD LUCK FOR THE DAY"Aphrodite’s Spatial Analysis This love denies time. It only eats when hungry as it eschews tradition. Pale moonlight is its energy. It sleeps late on weekends in a quilted entanglement. Exploration evolves without sound – a small breath – coy eyes. Kisses are airborne. It grows through a ventilation system of deflected sunlight and shadows. […]
Read more "R. Gerry Fabian – 3 POEMS"metade a man sleeps beside me clutching half a lemon and i smoke half a cigarette, for the fullness of the world exists only in the chapel i prayed in this morning (basilica da estrela) surviving off custard pastries and espressos the pigeon named julio, pecks by my feet in a silly quest to discover […]
Read more "blossom hibbert – metade"Stalled Inkfor Lois 1942–2020 1 At the grocery store Lois searchesin her wallet, her pockets, her planner,her purse, her phone…The girl at the registereats Flamin’ Hot Cheetos.Her fingertips are stained bright red. What Lois searches forbleeds through the paper and the paperhas faded away. 2 From 8,000 feet upin the basket of a hot air […]
Read more "STALLED INK – A POETRY SEQUENCE BY TIM STALEY FOR LOIS NEVILLE"Our reading period is OPEN from October through April. Our reading period is CLOSED from May through September. We will not respond to poems sent to us when our reading period is closed. THANKS FOR CONTINUING TO TRUST CACTI FUR AS YOUR POETRY DRY GROUND!!!! ~~~ Thanks for considering Cacti Fur as a possible home […]
Read more "SUBMISSION WINDOW CLOSES MAY FIRST — SUBMIT YOUR POEMS WHILE YOU STILL CAN!"Early March The sky digs in her fingersto massage the mountain, presses deep into canyon cleftswhere the ache of glacier and rock-fall scrape is most acute,rubs a hard gloss onto ice and slickrock, breathes a thin heat onto sloped meadowswhere elk browse among winter-worn grasses, and a small fox, untouched by cold,a gold glint of […]
Read more "J.I. Kleinberg – Early March"Balloon Man (The Saga of Monsoon Man) Balloon Man is the patriarchal saint of music.He tastes of grease and lint as hestudies the passing parade. Balloon Man is the patriarchal saint of cats and trees and birds and girlish ankles and boyish charm. A picture crashes to the floor, waking Balloon Man. He rises from […]
Read more "JEFFREY FIELD – 2 POEMS"Gone with First Light I fear the dawnwhen gentle streaks of lightpoke through the trees,birds trill in a chorus of morning,deer graze the meadowin the fading mist. For at first light you will rise,sleep draining from your eyes,hair tousled, stretch to the heavens,and plop back beside me, warm,inviting, planting a first and lastkiss on my […]
Read more "PETER WITT – GONE WITH FIRST LIGHT"Kim Porter, Police Officer It was just a routine checkYou were only going to searchhis car, you saw his expired license tagsand a tree air freshenerhanging in the rear windowit would just be routine:your 26 years of experiencenever failed youthen a warrant check discoveredhe had a warrant, a weaponspossession charge; he figuredhe could outrun the […]
Read more "Erren Kelly – 2 POEMS"
