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mom’s haikuPoetry

mom’s haiku

Mike CasettaNovember 5, 2021

what if God said freeze & you had to wear that face you make forever?

Tonight, I Am Grieving for a MousePoetry

Tonight, I Am Grieving for a Mouse

Palline PlumNovember 4, 2021

She fell into my bathtub, sometime this afternoon, as water drained too slowly for tiny mouse survival. By the time I found her rigor…

End of OctoberPoetry

End of October

james stephenNovember 3, 2021

this poem left tracks _________________ spice tea, darkness, the scheme of things, end of October _________________________________________________ A truck rushes through pre-dawn darkness empty trailer…

Their Final WordsPoetry

Their Final Words

Miya KoOctober 29, 2021

Unable to quit to save herself, five mouths to feed, all minors, her husband, undocumented, deported months ago, she still woke up early to…

Give Me a Pen, Give Me a PencilPoetry

Give Me a Pen, Give Me a Pencil

Soodabeh SaeidniaOctober 25, 2021

Give me a pen and I will break it into three pieces the way P possesses enough of pity, pain, patience and E earns enough of endorsement, equality,…

The reviews are in for my poetry …Fiction, Quotations

The reviews are in for my poetry …

Eliot JacobsonOctober 24, 2021

I am humbled by the reviews— Just when you think Jacobson is going to make a point or reach a conclusion, he finds yet…

Sisters CoffeePoetry

Sisters Coffee

Julie DesmondOctober 23, 2021

I let the screen door close behind me And the rest of the day was quite easy. At the dining room table Covered with…

HarvestPoetry

Harvest

Mike CasettaOctober 22, 2021

The sun hums a sphere song rising south along the horizon. The winds cool, greens lessen & brittle, leave the leaves festooning falling kites…

DewPoetry

Dew

Tom StrongOctober 21, 2021

Rest easy unborn while the warm air cools without a sun a dark blanket growing damp until gravid with aqueous eggs delivered to each…

The Hall Closet of Your Childhood HomePoetry

The Hall Closet of Your Childhood Home

Sara ClancyOctober 20, 2021

Do not keep the herringbone wool, the upright Hoover or the red galoshes. Never mind that the wooden wagon of colored blocks still sparks…

copper coilPoetry

copper coil

Jennifer WilderOctober 18, 2021

pigeon-breasted Margarite thanks god that the pitch-glued cabbage leaf barrier and pessary of honey-soaked acacia are relics of the past— for freedom and modern…

this train rides through duskPoetry

this train rides through dusk

Maria MazzengaOctober 17, 2021

buttery sun sinks another hairpin turn a million more mountains