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"Morning in Watertown, Noon on Quincy Street Green banana, three beeswax candles puddled on the bookcase, bodega at the end of the block, tenor sax billowing from the east, shoulder-length hair frizzy from the shower, anything you could conceivably want a block north/Three cabinets of curiosities here, two bookstores there, Mr. & Mrs. Bartely’s & […]
Read more "Morning in Watertown, Noon on Quincy Street – John Repp"My First Black Lives Matter EventPlaza de Las CrucesNew Mexico9.12.20 The restaurant patio on the cornerwas at capacity and clapping emphaticallyfor a white woman and her accompanistafter their set of covers includingTracy Chapman. Not “Fast Car”but the one that goes,give me one reason to stay hereand I’ll turn right back around. I didn’t see any […]
Read more "TIM STALEY – My First Black Lives Matter Event"THE LANGUAGE OF REEDS On that day, the eyes of the sky were open to each of his sins and uncertainties. The night before, drowning in drink, he called out the names of all who had ever loved him, begged for a bigger, longer talk with the gods of time. He found him self kneeling […]
Read more "THE LANGUAGE OF REEDS – Martina Reisz Newberry"BOOMERANG I want to hurry and die So I might have the chance to be Reincarnated. But not reincarnated as a different something, But me same old self, Well, not quite. Me, one sand granule wiser, Smart enough this time to hold my tongue, On that night we first went to room. […]
Read more "BOOMERANG – Matt Cav"The Beards Ignited Last night all the local beards ignited, burning off to expose faces gone unseen for months. The fires left the flesh unscorched, but the men blister with shame. We’re still masking ourselves against the virus worming its wormholes through the populace, so blushes decently conceal themselves so men […]
Read more "The Beards Ignited – William Doreski"“a little bird” I stare at the shed and notice a bluebird on that nearby tree, on that branch halfway up, chirping. Hey, my coworker says Hey, I say Are you distracted, she says Sorry, I say And she leaves And I go back to my bird. But it is no longer chirping on that […]
Read more "A LITTLE BIRD -S.M. Moore"
