poems
Grave What I’m Talking About When I Talk About Home The neighbor’s water sprinklers go off synched to my bladder at four am and I muscle memory my uncounted steps from four- blanket cocoon to streetlamp-lit bathroom as mattress-groans signal my partner turns in preparation anticipation expectation to pull me in when I sink back […]
Read more "2 POEMS by Amy Marques"Once Told Once I told my partner that I do my best writing under the cover of night, because the twinkling stars shining through my bedroom window, straining to be seen against suburban streetlights, were there to cheer me on. In truth, it’s the only time I have to ruminate on everything I’ve ever said, […]
Read more "3 poems by Ashley Haberberger"You Called It Amateur You sat at the end of the long table, spine slouched in triumph, flicking through the workshop packet like it was catalog junk mail— and when you landed on her poem, the one about the jar of buttons she found in her dead mother’s drawer, you smiled that lazy, sideways smile, […]
Read more "JEFF TOBIN ~ You Called It Amateur"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"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"AnimaVillanelle by Kasimma Art is a living flare.Art is detail; art makes souls glow.Art fills your heart with moving air. Art is you, the blues, and prayer.Art is Chi and art is shadow.Art is a living flare. Aesthetes smile. Philistines will sneer,and Nos will pelt you blows, but know…Art fills your heart with moving air. […]
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Cacti Fur 