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Free Broadside: Dan Flore’s “Homeless Poems”Blog, Poetry, Showcase

Free Broadside: Dan Flore’s “Homeless Poems”

Open Arts ForumOctober 7, 2022

Open Arts Press, LLC is pleased to announce the publication of Daniel F. Flore’s “Homeless Poems,” a self-printable trifold broadside containing a collection of…

Icarus reincarnatedPoetry

Icarus reincarnated

Mike CasettaOctober 5, 2022

damn not again this improved wax from killer bees was not supposed to liquify as easily but i can see now i’d flown closer…

Designated DriversPoetry

Designated Drivers

Tom StrongOctober 2, 2022

Human me-ing lets ego drive. Human be-ing lets what-happens drive with ego in the passenger seat gaping out the window.

To My Dearest Whore (City)Poetry

To My Dearest Whore (City)

Obed LadinyOctober 1, 2022

What’s happening to you, my dearest? Tell me why your streets are lately full of blood. Yesterday afternoon rain washed it away from a…

An ode to Billy C.Poetry

An ode to Billy C.

Ken TomaroSeptember 28, 2022

we did not grow up with buttercups and daisies, delphinium cascading the landscape of some palatial estate we had pachysandra and a burned out tree…

pixelatedPoetry

pixelated

Michael AckerSeptember 24, 2022

letters of words  expressed— pixels of a thought's  photograph

A Season’s ChangePoetry

A Season’s Change

Michael AckerSeptember 21, 2022

Summer slowly succumbs to its fate of allotted days; its strong bond with the sun waning ever so politely with some days of warmth…

Her Mother’s DishesPoetry

Her Mother’s Dishes

Dale PattersonSeptember 18, 2022

Our little brown dog, in his final years, whimpers for help to get onto the couch. My wife picks him up with a mother’s…

97.8% ImpotentPoetry

97.8% Impotent

Lance JencksSeptember 11, 2022

Stroke began process; prostate cancer finished the job. Now I recline home hospital bed, scattering truffled wisdom— buried but pungent for those with the…

..humans..Art, Poetry

..humans..

Sonja Benskin MesherSeptember 10, 2022

asked me who will be afraid of our ghosts ghosts of humans when we are gone

Apologies, but this is how i feel tonightPoetry

Apologies, but this is how i feel tonight

Jill WinkowskiSeptember 4, 2022

I've said goodbye a thousand times before we are right in the middle of your sadness I've said goodbye a thousand times before we…