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Head thick with thingsPoetry

Head thick with things

Michael AshleyJanuary 1, 2024

the prongs are there to use don't get your fingers dirty a lot of nice things are sticky the viscous snot ball the brown…

where do we start…Poetry

where do we start…

Jan HarperDecember 31, 2023

to make amends to the world, to voices in the wind denied by closed windows, to ghosts old and new that pick and fret…

Requiem for a Wrecked WeekendPoetry

Requiem for a Wrecked Weekend

Trish SaundersDecember 30, 2023

Oh, for god's sake, let’s not talk about the coming winter or soldiers waiting outside, rifles readied— wave them in for a gin. A…

LahainaPoetry

Lahaina

Andy PosnerDecember 27, 2023

“Hawaii wildfires burn historic town of Lahaina 'to the ground'” - BBC I remember coffee-flavored ice cream at the Royal Scoop, how it made me…

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silent lotusDecember 26, 2023

The PoemPoetry

The Poem

Marc WoodwardDecember 25, 2023

I completely cracked it yesterday. Everyone I showed it to agreed. The Professor of Creative Writing covered his mouth and ran from the room.…

Bird With Yellow BreastPoetry

Bird With Yellow Breast

Barbara F. SchutzDecember 23, 2023

As I sat with my book and glass of Chardonnay one Monday on the patio, a fly flew by, and as I flicked my…

Let everything inPoetry

Let everything in

David BelcherDecember 22, 2023

Let everyone in. Let in a flinty-eyed coal miner from Elk Creek, and a tiny cleaning lady who lives above a bakery in Uppsala.…

blood on a wedding dressPoetry

blood on a wedding dress

Jan HarperDecember 21, 2023

they kept the dress in a locked trunk in the attic gathering dust for decades forgotten when they passed away—one following the other as…

a poem masquerades as a persian carpetPoetry

a poem masquerades as a persian carpet

Michael AckerDecember 19, 2023

 the language of the finest wool  and metaphors splashed throughout as vivid colors of sky white cobalt blue and blood red  while its opaque…

He recognized me by my walkPoetry

He recognized me by my walk

Sherry CassellsDecember 18, 2023

eighteen years it’s a lifetime hair changes teeth most of all yet his accent no softer he doesn’t ride any more but the stains…

MistPoetry

Mist

HughLemmaDecember 16, 2023

Today cannot decide. I linger, eyes at half-mast, beneath a dome of curdled milk and a star sleeping in. I pretend to exist until…