EAT THE FRUIT and who's to say... maybe some tremor of what you called you may wield the sceptre instead of the pick and shovel on your next orbit but what you call you won't be there don't hope for that and should this trouble us? we're barely here when we're here we drive this … Continue reading Poems by Brian Rihlmann
MALFORMED
By Brian Rihlmann on the forest floor there was movement and when i crouched to get a closer look i could see it was a butterfly struggling to break free bright yellow and glowing like a tiny squirming sun inside the dark shell of his cocoon he was halfway out but seemed stuck so … Continue reading MALFORMED
Apartment 10 C
By Dianne Moritz Mosaic tiled bath, Oak mantle carved With twining vines, The warm fire, And my fear. Always My cloud of fear, dark And full of doubting. We wavered like children Wading near ocean shores. We shied from leases, From license. Who, I wonder Who couples Unafraid and unsure In our fire lit room? … Continue reading Apartment 10 C
Achieving Minimal Yardage
By Chad M. Horn unholy huddle spaghetti-armed Hail Mary arm cocked/ elbow locked fanciful face mask unintentional grounding T-shaped hand signal Monday Night Muse Wall bilateral time passage commercial breakage punted on first down: offsided ball bursting blitz drop-kicked to Friend Zone
Poems by J.J. Campbell
the lucky numbers never get chosen some wish for peace others for everlasting love money never comes the lucky numbers never get chosen for the powerball the most beautiful woman in the world sees you as nothing more than a tool meant to be used you wished for something different you should remember to be … Continue reading Poems by J.J. Campbell
Two Poems by Guna Moran
Both poems are translated from the Assamese by Bibekananda Choudhury "The Third Day" She is sitting to partake a meal Pushing aside pangs of sorrow No one dies of sorrow Hunger remains Till one is alive Death gets dwarfed by hunger "Eye" Life would depart Leaving the body lying on earth Someone would cry … Continue reading Two Poems by Guna Moran
“Ode in the Key of B”
By Thomas Page I am student teaching a senior level class in Washington, DC. They have to write some poems on these prompts. I decided to try all 30 of them. However, I will not say what the prompt was but what it number was. Prompt #13 I am surrounded by things beginning with you … Continue reading “Ode in the Key of B”
Waltz, Footprints in Snow (V2)
By Michael Lee Johnson December 24th, I find footprints in this snow, yours frozen, our broken dreams. Will your lawyer Grinch my wallet, fleece me while I pray to Jesus Christ tonight? Even the devil stoked in flames has standards, jukebox baby. Even Jesus suffers with the poor, feels lonely on winter moon distant planets. … Continue reading Waltz, Footprints in Snow (V2)
Michelangelo: Painter and Poet (V2)
By Michael Lee Johnson Michelangelo with steel balls and a wire brush wishing he was wearing motorcycle leathers, going wild and crazy, stares cross-eyed at the Sistine Chapel ceiling- nose touching moist paint, body stretch out on a plank, bones held by ropes from falling- delirious, painting that face of Jesus and the Prophets … Continue reading Michelangelo: Painter and Poet (V2)
“Pride”
By Thomas Page I am student teaching a senior level class in Washington, DC. They have to write some poems on these prompts. I decided to try all 30 of them. However, I will not say what the prompt was but what it number was. Prompt #10 The poet’s sin is pride because he believes … Continue reading “Pride”
