Tag: poetry
Four Poems|Jennifer MacBain-Stephens
The Same Dark from one end of the world to the other the same story told at midnight fists on cheeks It’s hard on soft Hey baby twelve hours until blue eyes This is a found poem. Text from Rice, Anne. Exit to Eden. New […]
Four Poems|Dee Allen
SAMARITAN Anyone else Would’ve left that Far Right Reactionary sprawled on the concrete To bleed out, suffer in his Paroxysms of serious hurt, receive Disaster of the steel-toed kind. But not you. The Good Samaritan Reflex kicked in, Wouldn’t let you Abandon someone in need of help. Distinctions such as “Friend” […]
Two Poems|Cole Kelly
The brook Going home tonight on the baking pavement and soft orange peel sky, its slices lay on sidewalk and flutter branches sometimes warm the tips of my toes. I walk the bike tonight, I do not ride because I have nowhere fast to go. My heart is full not because I […]
Two Poems|Carl Palmer
Signs of the Times – 1960 Thank you was the only response from Mom, secretary of Gardner Cigarette and Vending, when the manager of the Tobacco Warehouse next door delivered me in tow to her office. He was drinking out of the “Colored” spigot. You need to learn him not to mix with them […]
Between Sheets|Allan Lake|Poetry
We’ve never conceived anything poetic together but we do love to sperm and egg each other on. Post composing, we repose on net. A safe house after committing transgressions on clean sheets of paper or on-line equivalent. Virgin ‘vellum’ is ravished, re-ravished, used, bruised, routinely refused – but neither of us lacks gall. […]
Two Poems|Ahmad Al-Khatat
Let’s Cure our Wounds Tears of pain don’t hurt us anymore. We collected heavy emotions and grief. We learned how to talk about our feelings, but not how to cure our wounds. We constantly question the things we do. And living has become a harder question than death. True happiness wears mournful clothing. […]
Four Poems|Tim Kahl
The Crows for Martha Kight The crows were here before us. Let’s make them fly to far off fields. Rid the city of their horde. They infest the grid with their shit. Oh my gosh! Did they crap on your fancy car? Go hose it off, buttercup. The Leafblowers Silence calms […]
Four Poems|Patricia Nelson
Giant He walks upon the world as if it were a line, a black one without width or nuance. Along the axis of the town, he steps among the hot and small who do not love his tall, black eye. They think the giant watches them, rakes them with his rank […]
Two Poems|Michael Ceraolo
Joseph Steele/Edward Brown et al We have slipped from history, mostly because we were known only to a few at the time We were the front men or the agents of dummy corporations who kept the price down when buying up the land necessary for Shibe, Ebbets, etc. to build […]
The Dark-Cloaked Stranger|Marcy McNally|Poetry
The dark-cloaked stranger rattles the door of my cage, a messy fifth-floor studio, cluttered with uneven stacks of paper plates and plastic forks, laden with leftover scraps of brie and soggy crusts of pepperoni pizza, rations once savory and fresh shared with my bygone, young lover, the repast now rancid and stale. Empty bottles […]