Tag: poetry
Four Poems | Patricia Nelson
So Many Serpentine Monsters This thumb-wide, hissing spine grew fatter as you slept. A crooked line now slips across the daylit stones and lifts the blue light in a swaying mouth. Pause your thudding boots, your bright-red, stumbling heart. Let strangeness taste you with its split gray tongue. […]
Le Marais | Stephen House | Poetry
her voice caresses my moment and i snap too – shaken back from the fog to this moment in Le Marais, where i have stopped my never-ending pacing, my foot peeling mind numbing crawl, all day and into the dawn. and she continues in words i can’t grip but should. i’ve been here awhile now […]
Only The Gods Know | Abu Ibrahim | Poetry
I once asked my grandpa why he chose to be an atheist I wondered because he seemed like someone kissed by the gods His body elevated from the chair, and then he said, “When the slave masters came, my father held tight to his gods How could the gods betray him? That morning, he spilled […]
Three Poems | Edward Lee
AGAIN OR NOT Memories leak from me like sweat shed through sickness alone, when once I could recall every detail of my life, good or bad. Is this getting older, or self-preservation, my present self no longer able to deal with the collected pain my dozen or so scars are solid proof of? […]
Three Poems | Leslie Dianne
Dear Earth Dear Earth: your daffodils are just buds today shrinking from the frost digging their roots into you for comfort leaning into the grass blanketed by the breeze The shouts of children and a jaybird’s song weave through the air and hover above the beginning bloom of your soon to be flowers […]
Why I should go to Stratford | M Sean Dowd | Sonnet | Poetry
Of’t’ time life’s stage has cast for me sweet die Though sword play has left scars upon my flesh Yeh! Steeled of will; to stage front I’ll not shy Cry wonder star as to the babe in crèche And gold, myrrh, frankincense; will reward less Than bidding to sweet Avon’s shore, The Globe Whence called […]
Au Fond du Minervois | Charles Tarlton | Poetry
O direction and pomposity! Near the stony city of Minerve where ripe figs fall to the sidewalk for anyone to gather and eat and the mysteries of life and death were all erased like chalk marks from a blackboard, by consecutive rifle shots that killed exactly two birds (somehow that second bird had failed to fly […]
Three Poems| John Grey
ABANDONED NEW HAMPSHIRE FARMHOUSE Forest devours wood like a crow feasting on road-kill, clapboard and stump, press-ganged into the cause of future trees. Even fireplace bricks, hard as farmers, mulch their way to rain-pocked clay. The garden has eloped with wildflowers. Fence posts dig their own grave. Only glass and metal take […]
Four Poems| Michael Brockley
Bob Dylan’s Harmonica Speaks Its Mind Hohner, here, you stallions and fillies. Harp’ll do too. If my voice sounds like cinders rattling off the undercarriage of a train, I spent the last fifty years sucking Chesterfield smokes and Camel breath. At least during those times when Grunt weren’t blowin’ electric on “Tangled Up in […]
Four Poems | Lynn White
Afraid Of The Light I am not afraid of the dark. Night time engulfs me, covers me gently with it’s thick darkness, comforts me with its curtains of blackness. I don’t need to hide. It hides me. So I bury myself in the darkness, the good thick subterranean darkness let it cover my face so […]