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A Pretty FacePoetry

A Pretty Face

Sharon BartsheAugust 31, 2022

She had scoliosis which left her with one hip at 2:15 and one hip at 2:35, one a summit, one a foothill. No one…

Billy JoelPoetry

Billy Joel

Ann KammererAugust 28, 2022

Five years after she walked out, leaving me behind with a drunk dad and no way to reach her, Mom called, not to see…

Dear Charles Bukowski,Poetry

Dear Charles Bukowski,

Sarah Stoltzfus AllenAugust 27, 2022

I have a bird in my heart too. I realized it in 2004 when your poem came across my desk in the form of…

4 a.m.Poetry

4 a.m.

Larry HoustonAugust 24, 2022

her voice low on the phone, she tells me about trying to die. I squeeze the phone try to block out what I hear…

SnowmenPoetry

Snowmen

Ray MillerAugust 21, 2022

The children flew and snow-hush fell upon stone and of a morning the soft tattoo    of feet on felt froze pitter-patter meaning. He bends…

No Memory of the WindPoetry

No Memory of the Wind

Raymond HuffmanAugust 14, 2022

The dead leaves on wet grass have no memory of the wind that blew them there or anything else they endured As the broken…

Sour MoonPoetry

Sour Moon

StarrAugust 10, 2022

Black tea cools, bitter cup; sun sets soon; little lemon wedge drowned at the bottom, sunken yellow crescent, solemn, sour moon.

Things I Said to My TherapistPoetry

Things I Said to My Therapist

Dale PattersonAugust 7, 2022

With eyes closed I see snapshots. Flipped in chronological order I see myself changing. It’s all black and white but I wish it was…

At the Casino with No MoneyPoetry

At the Casino with No Money

Daniel J. Flore IIIAugust 6, 2022

you know those people who come around, give you free drinks, well one lady's dreadlocks latched onto me, spiraled around my leg like a…

Missing (for my grandparents)Poetry

Missing (for my grandparents)

Nolcha FoxJuly 31, 2022

Their smiles are bleached from the photo baked brown. They escaped from the homelands that wanted them gone, erased, dead, forgotten. A soundless escape,…

BACK IN THE EARLY DAYS OF COVIDPoetry

BACK IN THE EARLY DAYS OF COVID

Daniel J. Flore IIIJuly 27, 2022

back in the early days of the plague I drank Coronas in protest of the virus my wife and I were told we would…

three exesPoetry

three exes

Larry HoustonJuly 24, 2022

he ate pork skins with hot sauce on the sagging brown sofa, drinking beer from a can, watching NASCAR in faded blue shorts and…