Light So many postcards. So much to say. “Dear Elaine,” she writes to herself. “Almost Christmas. Can you tell? It’s the reindeer. They’re everywhere. Their antlers rising from car windows. Tiny Christmas trees. Those too. On these windows. These cars. Antlers and Christmas trees sprouting from the same window sometimes. Insane, I know. And wreaths. […]
Read more "LAURA STAMPS – LIGHT"The Let it Be Rock at Williamson River The campsite is guarded by a rim of lodgepole pine with a break through the bushes allowing a meandering path littered with sunboiled needles, and a saggy swarm of gnats, and deer flies. I escape the detritus of the campsite, strewn with cooler, coleman stove, coleman lantern, […]
Read more "Barbara A Meier – The Let it Be Rock at Williamson River"The Unprintable Word Beckons Me to Take a Seat the first call is very nicestretched out over the stratosphereshe beckons me into her earI listen to the sound of myselfrubbing up against my legspurringhummingthe song I always wanted to hear*somewhere inside of the telephonetrembling in fearits jacket coming off the sleeves*“I’ve never been inside here” […]
Read more "Robin Wyatt Dunn – The Unprintable Word Beckons Me to Take a Seat"“The Elenore” The Eleonore is secretly a bitter enemy of the male. She is a great betrayer of tenderness, she will crack open any egg, reveal its yolk, and then devour it. Without remorse she will lay waste to the infrastructure of romance— nature’s most fragile and beautiful invention. She is an agent of chaos, […]
Read more "CLAUDIA WYSOCKY – “The Elenore”"AN ABSENCE
Read more "MARK J MITCHELL – AN ABSENCE"because he can This morning he touched my cheek with tenderness where he had bruised it last night. Didn’t notice the purple mark left by his rage. Then he gently closed the door. Each day I move ever deeper into my mind space, hug myself with insubstantial arms intent on healing the wounded me, build […]
Read more "Rosmarie Epaminondas – because he can"Last Rites of a Shook Monkey for the Wharf Rats If this is preaching, it’s from the pulpit Jerry builtin rehab before his last breath. If this is preaching, it’s for those who reachedbetween the feetto pull the plugfrom Jim Morrison’s tub. If this is preaching, it’s for the familiesof the six who diedeaths of […]
Read more "TIM STALEY – LAST RITES OF A SHOOK MONKEY"NICE HAT, THANKS was originally published in 2002 by Verse Press. A few of the short, collaborative poems are being posted here for educational purposes. The 2 poets took turns writing lines. This book is extremely rare and expensive. I use these poems as generative prompts in all my Creative Writing classes as it’s a […]
Read more "8 SCENES FROM NICE HAT, THANKS – JOSHUA BECKMAN & MATTHEW ROHRER"Within This Tree Within this tree another tree inhabits the same body: within this stone another stone rests, its many shades of grey the same, its identical surface and weight. And within my body, another body, whose history, waiting, sings: there is no other body, it sings, there is no other world. This poem was […]
Read more "JANE HIRSHFIELD – WITHIN THIS TREE"Meditation: Listening Listen. Nearby, water rushes through the hose, birds twitter in a bush. wind rustles leaves. Listen out farther. Crows cawing in a tree, hammers on a building site, distant dull roar of traffic. Listen for the sounds of clouds as they pile up, or scud along, or fold themselves into rain. Listen beyond. […]
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