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97.8% ImpotentPoetry

97.8% Impotent

Lance JencksSeptember 11, 2022

Stroke began process; prostate cancer finished the job. Now I recline home hospital bed, scattering truffled wisdom— buried but pungent for those with the…

..humans..Art, Poetry

..humans..

Sonja Benskin MesherSeptember 10, 2022

asked me who will be afraid of our ghosts ghosts of humans when we are gone

Apologies, but this is how i feel tonightPoetry

Apologies, but this is how i feel tonight

Jill WinkowskiSeptember 4, 2022

I've said goodbye a thousand times before we are right in the middle of your sadness I've said goodbye a thousand times before we…

A Pretty FacePoetry

A Pretty Face

Sharon BartsheAugust 31, 2022

She had scoliosis which left her with one hip at 2:15 and one hip at 2:35, one a summit, one a foothill. No one…

Billy JoelPoetry

Billy Joel

Ann KammererAugust 28, 2022

Five years after she walked out, leaving me behind with a drunk dad and no way to reach her, Mom called, not to see…

Dear Charles Bukowski,Poetry

Dear Charles Bukowski,

Sarah Stoltzfus AllenAugust 27, 2022

I have a bird in my heart too. I realized it in 2004 when your poem came across my desk in the form of…

4 a.m.Poetry

4 a.m.

Larry HoustonAugust 24, 2022

her voice low on the phone, she tells me about trying to die. I squeeze the phone try to block out what I hear…

SnowmenPoetry

Snowmen

Ray MillerAugust 21, 2022

The children flew and snow-hush fell upon stone and of a morning the soft tattoo    of feet on felt froze pitter-patter meaning. He bends…

No Memory of the WindPoetry

No Memory of the Wind

Raymond HuffmanAugust 14, 2022

The dead leaves on wet grass have no memory of the wind that blew them there or anything else they endured As the broken…

Sour MoonPoetry

Sour Moon

StarrAugust 10, 2022

Black tea cools, bitter cup; sun sets soon; little lemon wedge drowned at the bottom, sunken yellow crescent, solemn, sour moon.

Things I Said to My TherapistPoetry

Things I Said to My Therapist

Dale PattersonAugust 7, 2022

With eyes closed I see snapshots. Flipped in chronological order I see myself changing. It’s all black and white but I wish it was…