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Morning VisitPoetry

Morning Visit

Peter CashoraliFebruary 6, 2024

He was at the breakfast table, Sunlight angled through the window, And I said, “I haven’t seen you In so long. Where have you…

THE RUSTY WHITE PICK UPPoetry

THE RUSTY WHITE PICK UP

Daniel J. Flore IIIFebruary 3, 2024

I saw a rusty white truck go by he had branches in the bed and I wished I was riding with him I’ll call…

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Four Interlaced Horses -Ekphrasis

Susan PetersJanuary 30, 2024

Simple lines create ruses that what is complex can be understood. An artist’s detail of heads and legs are but the medium for admiring…

WITH THE NEON LIGHTS OF THE STRIP CLUB FLASHINGPoetry

WITH THE NEON LIGHTS OF THE STRIP CLUB FLASHING

Daniel J. Flore IIIJanuary 29, 2024

she’s too exhausted for a poet had gotten paid good by a muscleman in a blues band to be his hanger on at the…

Imaginary telephonePoetry

Imaginary telephone

David BelcherJanuary 27, 2024

I take books from shelves, and set out my store of usually useful things: pens and brushes, knives, and keys that I put to…

A Dream of the BasementPoetry

A Dream of the Basement

Vincent CasaregolaJanuary 26, 2024

I woke before sunrise, or birds woke me, or perhaps the dog— I walked her while still mildly asleep, brain fog-shrouded— then I returned…

AbruptlyPoetry

Abruptly

silent lotusJanuary 25, 2024

AbsolutionPoetry

Absolution

Tom StrongJanuary 24, 2024

born sick raised to get well repenting a sin never committed admission to hobnob with the holy wrathful in eternal happiness

We will now inventory obsolete lonely sounds in the worldPoetry

We will now inventory obsolete lonely sounds in the world

Trish SaundersJanuary 23, 2024

First, the old-fashioned dial tone, zenith of nothingness. Who invented that? The almost-silent radio after Country Carl’s sign-off prayer, Blues singer fading to needle…

Tied DownPoetry

Tied Down

Ann KammererJanuary 22, 2024

By mid-day, I’d taken too many calls, typed too many letters, and dropped too many memos on the desks of VPs who called me…

BlackbirdPoetry

Blackbird

Cameron McClureJanuary 18, 2024

i had an emotion today but don’t know its name there was a blackbird on the lawn 10 feet away head cocked eyeing or…

A Yellow Bus PassesPoetry

A Yellow Bus Passes

Dale PattersonJanuary 16, 2024

The holy man looks to the stars, tells time by the weight of the sky on his shoulders. He says that the end is…