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formicarium Poetry

formicarium 

Rob BreedingJune 23, 2021

a tiny chinese woman in sumatra moves from shanghai so she can be poor there instead makes me a stir fry with onions &…

After Visiting You, I Return to My LifePoetry

After Visiting You, I Return to My Life

Andy PosnerJune 22, 2021

If I had more time— neither family nor job, neither errands nor sense of duty— I would visit every week, light, free of all…

The DangerPoetry

The Danger

Michael AshleyJune 21, 2021

we all face is the falling— that gradual descent between young energy warm spunk and the weary bones eaten by each and every day…

State of the ArtPoetry

State of the Art

Marc WoodwardJune 18, 2021

You like those poems Americans write where some lines are just one word Emphasis And nowadays it’s all the rage to write poems with…

.gravel path.Poetry

.gravel path.

Sonja Benskin MesherJune 16, 2021

oh we talked gravel yesterday how they sent a substitute that I had not ordered the wrong colour explained I quite like things come…

on getting accepted by a magPoetry

on getting accepted by a mag

Daniel J. Flore IIIJune 15, 2021

I used to tell people hey, I got published and they would always ask did you get paid? invariably the answer was no so…

Where I go from herePoetry

Where I go from here

David BelcherJune 4, 2021

I stretch before an open window, shaking off a sticky ache, a symptom of two days and nights of flitting from one party to…

Donny’s viral photos of wild horsesPoetry

Donny’s viral photos of wild horses

Jennifer WilderJune 3, 2021

I tagged Barbara because she is obsessed with protecting wild herds. Not sure why I included the descriptor prom date on my post but…

junk in cornersPoetry

junk in corners

james stephenJune 2, 2021

you're gonna meet death out there somewhere you could die in a place where someone else has pissed or where no one has ever…

RetiredPoetry

Retired

Soodabeh SaeidniaJune 1, 2021

I hang my tired shoes on a power line above the height of tireless hopes not to fall down again not to be worn…

AVIDECOPoetry

AVIDECO

Mark Anthony PearceMay 27, 2021

Sometimes I go by the name of Avideco She tells me that it sounds like the old ice cream brand Avidesa I tell her…

Pigeon religionPoetry

Pigeon religion

Maria MazzengaMay 26, 2021

the pigeons do their dancing bits right here on the street and call it life. If you stay still on Sundays you can hear…