CRYPT IN THE SKY Order me up, no one knows where this crypt in the sky like a condo on the 5th floor suite don’t sell me out over the years; please don’t bury me beneath this ground, don’t let me decay inside my time pine casket. Don’t let me burn to cremate skull last […]
Read more "Michael Lee Johnson – Crypt in the Sky"DEMONS The demons that dwell inside my head are coming out now and I greet them with a resigned malice while my neighbors finish dinner, help their children with homework, put dishes in the dishwasher, discuss finances, take their pills, finish watching Jeopardy.
Read more "JOHN TUSIN – DEMONS"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"GRANDMA MOSES PRESS, the parent organization of CACTI FUR, is proud to announce they will be publishing 4 books by esteemed performance poet, Pamela Hirst. The books are Forgotten Graves, Personal Agendas, Ghost Town of My Soul, and One Dozen Lifetimes. This highly anticipated, powerful 4 book series is a work of recovery and discovery: […]
Read more "PAMELA HIRST – 4 POEMS FROM 4 NEW BOOKS"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"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"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 […]
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