Tag Archive: Poetry

2 poems — Kristi Maxwell

I wish not to reserve the gherkin for the king      her king, especially The ferns leaked green There were threats of jail-time There were threats of Jell-O shots, too One came to fruition                 one bore… Continue reading

from A Handbook for Introverts — Lindsay Bell

1. How to run : remember the grave danger in our bodies. How to rationalize running : from an ax-wielder                       from a dingo             or a baby                       from the bully who invariably will kick… Continue reading

2 Poems — Kyle McCord

Pictures of Us Here I am mowing            down tin cans with a .45            while the dog goes berserk you’re picking casings            from rose bushes            the gardener could chip a blade                       on the whacker… Continue reading

2 Poems — John Sibley Williams

CHILDHOODS As if catching a moth between two cupped hands, her yet-to-be-broken father holds her head above a sick- bed stained with a century’s illness. Through the winter window, fields of blackened lungs… Continue reading

THE PROBLEM WITH FRESH HOMEMADE PIZZA — Ronda Broatch

is where you place the sun-dried tomatoes. Too near the surface they burn, little islands charred in a sea of gorgonzola. Black olives are best broken and drowned, as the tomatoes must be,… Continue reading

The Answer to Your Question is, “We Will Be Doing This Dance Involving Sun and Clouds Again Tomorrow — Cal Freeman

The Answer to Your Question is, “We Will Be Doing This Dance Involving Sun and Clouds Again Tomorrow if the good Lord’s willing and my leaky old boat stays afloat. Our time seems… Continue reading

Meditation: Waking — Sandra Kohler

i. The boon of air: dry, cool, moving. Today, nothing on the calendar except the garden. I should seize the day. The breeze picks up, lifts leaves, rustles through boughs. Maybe I’ll weed… Continue reading

I GUESS THIS IS WHAT I’VE SPENT MY LIFE DOING — Lucy Biederman

“My generation” Isn’t something to say anymore For me. For me. A better generation Bloomed out below I hate them They delight older people Older as in my age Who will I delight… Continue reading

2 Poems — Terry Savoie

Her Left Knee, His Cerebral Hemorrhage Now comes an apoplectic bongo beat,       this rumbling, honey- buzzing bee-burning beneath sunken & blued       cheeks, his chest heaving as he gurgles & gargles & gags, Is… Continue reading

Ahab’s Hawser Tows His Purpose Yet — Devon Balwit

Ahab is forever Ahab, man…I am the Fates’ lieutenant; I act under orders…I feel strained, half stranded, as ropes that tow dismasted frigates in a gale; and I may look so But ere… Continue reading

First Lessons in Laundry — Karen J. Weyant

Our washing machine started spewing smoke like an old car engine, so my mother dragged a five-year-old me to Soaps & Suds on South Main, where over a month ago, senile Mrs. Dell,… Continue reading

“Why Can’t I Have an Atom Poet for a Message Boy?” — Ace Boggess

“Why Can’t I Have an Atom Poet for a Message Boy?” —Halldor Laxness, The Atom Station Build a bomb on your tongue, then build a universe. Creator, destroyer. Tell me the news is… Continue reading