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I GUESS I COULD CRY WITH YOUPoetry

I GUESS I COULD CRY WITH YOU

Daniel J. Flore IIIDecember 22, 2022

the neighbor next door is crying wailing really I can’t do anything about it but say it’s ok even though she can’t hear me…

edgesPoetry

edges

Michael AckerDecember 21, 2022

everything — even love — seems to have an edge to which all gravitate till it's reached — only to curve below, under —…

perennialsPoetry

perennials

Michael AckerDecember 20, 2022

some pains of the heart never dissipate but rather sow themselves within the landscape of the mind as perennials of regret and remorse

THE PLEASURES OF WORKPoetry

THE PLEASURES OF WORK

Mark Anthony PearceDecember 18, 2022

She screams at me over the telephone telling me I’ll be responsible for her death somehow it’s become my fault that she keeps her…

MY PAPAP IS IN THE HOSPITALPoetry

MY PAPAP IS IN THE HOSPITAL

Daniel J. Flore IIIDecember 17, 2022

my Papap is sick and in the hospital he’s 95 I can call to talk to him we’ve never known what to say to…

EXTRAMARITAL POETRYPoetry

EXTRAMARITAL POETRY

Daniel J. Flore IIIDecember 16, 2022

writing a good poem about sex is like cheating on my wife without having an affair

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HughLemmaDecember 16, 2022

autumn rain... I try not to be afraid of eternity

Two goats to the altarPoetry

Two goats to the altar

Nathalie SpaansDecember 15, 2022

Distant boys sing from distant hills. Not rice but raisins are thrown and the stones that lead are paved with lemon. I'm not sauer.…

Armageddon in my stomachPoetry

Armageddon in my stomach

Daniel J. Flore IIIDecember 14, 2022

there’s a pain in my gut just below my chest where the whole world has blown up I am all that’s left which is…

summer heatPoetry

summer heat

Michael AckerDecember 14, 2022

even the fridge is struggling pumping & gurgling frantically

Empty SeatPoetry

Empty Seat

Sharon BartsheDecember 13, 2022

Soon I will be going to a family reunion without part of my family, which makes “reunion” more like Lewis Carroll’s unbirthday party. A…

THE OLD PICTURE OF GRAMPYPoetry

THE OLD PICTURE OF GRAMPY

Daniel J. Flore IIIDecember 12, 2022

in your dusty faded photograph you finally look like a man who killed himself you have now left us with that you murdered yourself…