This is about me
Fourteen by Morgan Rae Glazier During a Sunday drive, our mother stopped our white Dodge Spirit at the base of the Harrisville hills. She snatched a chisel and hammer, from the Spirit’s storage, and said, wait here girls. For thirty minutes, my sister and I stared out the car window, our mother carving her and […]
the spring garden
passionate love poem
softly echoes
my longing for you
but now emptiness
Lunch Break, Kansas by Devin Harrison The children dip midday under broad-armed elms by the edge of the lake cup their hands in water send schools of marbled green glass minnows shuttering through the shallows we have just come off an endless summer road, stopped for play after miles of wheat and Milo and dust […]
The Blues by Amit Parmessur Around blue, white oceans, in a blue and black house dwells a black speck. So black, so blue black alive, emotionally blue. Sometimes like a fresh road, after the rain, spellbinding every periwinkle and sometimes imitating a baffled bluebird he has had the blues so, so often that he […]
A helpless worm on the point of a needle,
Wriggling in vain for release,
Spider by John Wright This overcast morning leaf and lawn are drenched in dew-soaked air. My window frames a filigree masterpiece of lilli-pilli pollen buds and scribbling eucalypts. I watch a bulbous spider beige as paper-bark, build her web busily embroidering a white St Andrew’s Cross oblivious to the beauty of all she is. She […]
Sisters of Bondage By Gavin Gerngross She filled the tube with her red. A prism of weeks reduced to jelly, this nutria, scattered among the glade. Reduction: dollop of discontent. Tilling imagination flocks out at will. By nightlight, there are prayers of meager request scrolled across the carpet. In this manifestation, heat pulling at her […]
Plans by Jane Hanser He who offered so much life lies resting in the ground Stones and grass and monuments and flowers all around Our breaths are frozen in the cold Our thoughts more frozen still Our son his youth a memory upon this wind blown hill. We’ll ne’er forget his laughter or his smile […]
Let us long because we are to be filled…
that is our life, to be exercised by longing
-Saint Augustine
Ice cream is for grown ups
And love is for lesbians.
She was ice cream
Warmed by the forgotten time of deep kisses
The flavor of the week
Rise from under the depravities of old.
Loose the shackles of yesterday’s shame.
Be strong, be ruthless; ten thousand fold.
The wind, the sky, the light weaves in and out
Las estaciones del a?o, they speak to all
Faithfully returning like an evening porch light
If a minimalist poet
presents a workshop,
The Lion Pauses by henry 7. reneau, jr. Sunday, February 21st standing at the podium, The Audubon Ballroom in Harlem Preachin to the choir & pauses In a moment between tick & tock, a d’j’ vu that hovered A glimpse of repetition, Epiphany that sowed sorrow in the stutter of his heart; His blood recounts […]
Hungry Words by Aleisha Goodman We are split in different directions that our pride and egos will not let us touch. keeping us at a distance that not even our words can reach They will be spoken then evaporate in thin air as they leave our hungry lips like the ambers of a cigarette They […]
