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Melon ManPoetry

Melon Man

Gerard SarnatAugust 9, 2018

—RIP Koko, The Gorilla Who Used Sign Language, 1972–20 June 2018* Sheep in wolf’s clothing, Melon Man’s what the Town and Country grocery with…

CoyotesPoetry

Coyotes

Steve KlepetarAugust 2, 2018

And then the sky opened. The world filled with blood. Cameras caught it all, buildings wrenched from their foundations, anger and sirens and stench.…

Good GermansPoetry

Good Germans

Jefferson CarterJuly 28, 2018

I keep saying I'm not going to another holocaust movie.  But then I do. The latest one set in Augsburg, 1958, when twenty-something Germans thought…

If I Could PaintPoetry

If I Could Paint

Michael RollainJuly 22, 2018

I don't like mango but I’m compelled to consume space, to savor the liquid, label all the rays upon my tongue, such sweet perspicacity.…

rather notPoetry, Writing

rather not

Tom RiordanJuly 21, 2018

low over june’s dusk grass the fireflies’ sparse steeps all float away in one direction in the gentlest of arcs then as my ramble…

PhoneticsPoetry, Uncategorized

Phonetics

Bethany LimJuly 20, 2018

I thought you said alphabetic, and picture plastic letters filled with magnets, colorful refrigerator doors. “Apologetic,” you argue.  “I was trying to apologize.”.I wonder if anger…

evenPoetry

even

July 15, 2018

before the hour sounds, we are already sitting with the dead.

No Solace for BastardsPoetry, Writing

No Solace for Bastards

Michael AshleyJuly 13, 2018

we dangle from a single thread​ pendulous from the bars ​ on the upswing to the hot plates​ ​ on the down ​ to…

The Last Time in the HospitalPoetry, Writing

The Last Time in the Hospital

Mary McCarthyJuly 12, 2018

I had nothing but tears warm as blood a hemorrhage of grief all that day and through the night. They took my nail file…

Border ReflectionsPoetry, Writing

Border Reflections

Steve KlepetarJuly 8, 2018

You are the mirror into which we plunge. - Terry Wolverton Here at the border, the river runs clear. We can see our faces as…

SonnetPoetry

Sonnet

Allan JohnstonJuly 6, 2018

Though night eats its way out of the sack That cat is in, yet still the caterwaul Of promises defeats the constant scrawl Of…