Every Day Poems
Lights Flash by Gregory T. Janetka There are no intermediaries in the chasms stretching forward from the beginning to the end. The rarity of timeless mediocrity delves to youth and being and the deathless. For days and days the woman responded to little more than her own decay. There was no sound within the mean…
Publications include The Hermits of Dingle (FutureCycle Press, 2013), and a collection coming out this year, Children’s Drawings of the Universe (Salmon Poetry, 2014). I’ve published poetry
Beating the Devil by Jean Varda I beat the devil last night she said fighting for her life He was right there in the room with me. I slammed all the doors and windows of myself closed. I willed my heart to keep beating. My lungs to suck in air. I am not ready yet….
B-Movie Dream by Tim Dyson The b-movie dream black and white, full of fog and thick smoke the color crumby ties and cheap suits Those lugs from the tenth ward won’t make a mug outta me, you wait and see, someday, I run this town And that blond dame singer at the old Parrot…
Sacrifice by Gale Acuff Miss Hooker’s my Sunday School teacher and she says that if you kill yourself you go to Hell hands down, there’s no hope for Heaven because suicide–it’s called suicide –is sin and almost the worst one there is, the worst one being I forget, maybe not believing there’s a God at…
Concrete Ground by Anne H. Bakke It’s that bitter taste again it comes and goes like the seasons; the sun and the moon; the rain and the sky; the wind and the stillness. It’s windy out here, in the cold in the open so fragile I am out here Does it ever stop that feeling,…
Bryan Bradley is a junior marketing major at the University of Pittsburgh and was raised just outside of Philadelphia. He believes that the worst characteristic a person can have
Howie Good’s latest book of poetry collection is The Complete Absence of Twilight (2014) from MadHat Press. He co-edits White Knuckle Press with Dale Wisely, who does most of the real work.
Ways of Speaking by Laura Grace Weldon I’m weary of those who talk in slogans stamped and packed by someone else, like long distance truckers paid to drive without knowing the weight hauled onto that dark highway. I want to walk, instead where I can read the body’s slow knowing. Where each thing watched long…
B.Z. NIDITCH is a poet, playwright, fiction writer and teacher.
His work is widely published in journals and magazines throughout the world, including: