Poems about Poetry

Forgetting My Journal by Alexander P. Garza I did the worst thing a writer could do: Forgot to pack my journal in my bag, My book of incantations across town, I’m forced to interact, to be present. It means I have no escape, no recuse, Demeanor resembling some sense of truth, Offering a handshake, a […]

This is a box in a shoe.
Foot jutting from heel,
bones streamlining skin.

Just The Once by Russ Harrison Our sad, sick prose Tragic in its transient beauty like glass in the moment between one and shattering Sparkling shards moving from the magical physics expressed to the mundane aftermath. We were like that once, just the once. For a moment in time as the word was made flesh […]

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

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 […]

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 […]

Singer/Songwriter Maria Sebastian has opened for dozens of national acts and has recorded with many of their members. She has earned 15 Western NY Music Awards, as well as a NISOD

Paul Strohm is a free lance journalist working in Houston, Texas. His poems have appeared in the Berkeley Poets Cooperative, Green’s Magazine, WIND, Deep Water Literary Journal and other literary journals.

Award winning poet, Author of 18 books, including 7 volumes of poetry, recipient of the New York State Senator’s award for poetry, Michael D. Brown currently teaches English

The Writing of People Who Haven’t Died by Bee Walsh You were at the bottom of my first coffee today. Like yesterday, when you were under the last towel that I pulled up from the basket. At the ends of things, you are. Before you were gone, the curtains moved. They put all the familiar […]

A Harry Nilsson Poem by Raymond Stiefvater   Back then I saw Harry as a comet that you knew just had to burn out. Nothing — not anything or anyone — lasts forever, least of all flying rocks through space or earthbound troubadours.