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DoggerelPoetry

Doggerel

Mike CasettaJuly 20, 2021

My dog is a sonofabitch. In his mind I am dog separated from my mother as a puppy when we tug a white sock.…

Some Stories We Don’t Want to TellPoetry

Some Stories We Don’t Want to Tell

Mike CasettaJuly 13, 2021

Fledglings leave the nest, the nest is an egg, its shell cracked open. We tell our children stories about the heat of the sun…

What Happens When You Forget to Close Your Bedroom WindowPoetry

What Happens When You Forget to Close Your Bedroom Window

Andy PosnerJuly 12, 2021

I left my window open. Moonlight knocked over the dresser, flung socks and secrets like a thief scared away mid-theft. A fly rummaged my…

The Insect Sonnets: GrasshopperPoetry

The Insect Sonnets: Grasshopper

Paul BrookesJuly 10, 2021

I break my hard shell shield from sharp cold, find soft shoots and grass to eat in the warm. As I grow out my…

DEADMANPoetry

DEADMAN

KIMBERLY McNeilJuly 9, 2021

All I think about is killing you. With my .38 caliber pistol barrel stuffed into one of your nostrils, that you dig and pick.…

Booda Wot DoddyMusic, Poetry

Booda Wot Doddy

RC JamesJuly 8, 2021

https://soundcloud.com/rc-james-user841120068/booda-wot-doddy nobody knows where it is I been but you can bet I’m goin’ back again booda wat doddy booda wat doddy wadda bop…

Meditation on NothingPoetry

Meditation on Nothing

Daniel J. Flore IIIJuly 6, 2021

another night of nothing the TV is giving me a headache the fans are blowing in fact the fans aren't just blowing they're blowing…

Neanderthals AllPoetry

Neanderthals All

Julie DesmondJuly 1, 2021

Most days Shuffling behind him, collecting his socks, She regards his three heads and Two left feet, bedhead breath, beer belly, Broken bones and…

The ArtistPoetry

The Artist

Jenn ZedJune 30, 2021

the day i first declared myself The Artist you laughed so hard we both wet ourselves it was autumn of some year and we…

Forgotten facesPoetry

Forgotten faces

Sheela MamidennaJune 29, 2021

Of all the forgotten faces let me be one. Like the wind felt but unseen. Like the dot that never grew beyond any dimension.…