Tag Archive: Poetry

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

Making Joshua Stand Still — Lois Marie Harrod

an elegy The sun stood still and the shadow of the horse along the lane and the shadow of the hand along the ledge. The birch that was always swaying stopped its backbone,… Continue reading

Everglades — Susanna Lang

 Jungjin Lee Beneath the cypress, dark sucks out all the air, and * Glimmer of light on water. The photographer’s feet are wet but she will not notice until she has already turned… Continue reading

Snowlining — Yuan Changming

At the same height of             Every rocky mountain        Above all seasonal change You are widely cut open        As if to bite a whole patch of             Sky from heaven With rows of rows of… Continue reading

Pennsylvania Deer Hunt — Jake Sheff

Now the mist produces whispers of dusk. Cicadas in acacias hum like lawnmowers. A pair of sparrows coupling has more than two minds. This planet, with a low IQ, is thinking in haiku.… Continue reading

12 pairs of underwear, one bathing suit, no socks — H.V. Cramond

  *** H.V. Cramond is the founding Poetry Editor of Requited Journal and a yoga teacher. Tenure Track, the musical she co-wrote with Cayenne Sullivan, was featured in the Premier Premieres festival of… Continue reading

3 Poems — D.G. Geis

MAD SCIENCE How far we’ve paddled from Ye Olde Tidal Pool! Between the shark liver oil in Preparation H and eau de vie of jellyfish in Prevagen, we soldier on. Life’s stinging tentacles… Continue reading