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PoetryKetchup
My father once threw a bottle of ketchup at my mom’s head, then a fork that stuck in tainted wallpaper until the hot dog…
PoetryStrawberry Panic
i believe in little gods who gather at doors and windows looking in waiting for a gap in each entrance, a portal festooned with…
Poetrycool air warm water
white collared loons question existence claim enough faith to tip toe on water. fog clings to the shore smothers reeds remnants of fire smoldering…
PoetryDuck
in the interest of full disclosure striving for transparent honest searching for beauty and its friend with privileges truth disclosing the process a dangling…
PoetryPassing the Buk
I was thinking about Bukowski the other day while taking a shit. I used a week old Merlot as mouthwash while waiting. I stood…
PoetryMourners
“Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne...” —James Russel Lowell We are all mourners now, our clothes funeral shrouds we tear…
Art, Poetry.news.
do we describe what we see or maybe tell the tale inside round the corner on the wall are the bullet holes
PoetrySara
Sara’s real father, while drunk on wine & ebony thighs, jumped ship in the Mediterranean during the winter of ’54 & started a second…
PoetryHips like there’s no water near
In class I sat with a Loreley with goldenes hair. At five she told K.: "Our sandbox is full of witches' teeth." K. talks…
PoetryMY MOM’S BOYFRIENDS
one had stringy long hair he drove with bare feet and once came over to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory he laid on…
