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Totalitarian OrnithologyPoetry

Totalitarian Ornithology

Miya KoDecember 9, 2020

    All animals are equal,     but some animals are     more equal than others.         — George…

Pattern of LifePoetry

Pattern of Life

LA BrownDecember 8, 2020

They call it Pattern of Life The high resolution images Data, collected by satellite Analysed to spot the unusual To predict what happens next Make…

He Did It His WayPoetry

He Did It His Way

Mike CasettaDecember 7, 2020

I once tried to kick in the screen of a 21” color tv wearing my Tony Lama shit kickers. The boot’s heel & slick…

Things I Received for ChristmasPoetry

Things I Received for Christmas

Mir-Yashar SeyedbagheriDecember 5, 2020

For Christmas, I received: A six-pack of Budweiser, with a note from Dad. Start young, preempt disappointment. An arched eyebrow and muttered menace when I…

WidowPoetry

Widow

Mary McCarthyDecember 3, 2020

  the waves brought it right to her feet that old improbable message in a bottle. She took it with her kept it near…

These spectacles have seen agesPoetry

These spectacles have seen ages

Jay GandhiNovember 30, 2020

These days all we do is swipe. right for double cheese burger, left for pasta with white sauce. Gone are the days when Pav-Bhaji…

nothing personal, just my heart changing its mindPoetry

nothing personal, just my heart changing its mind

Maria MazzengaNovember 29, 2020

my heart beats less in November it has nothing to do with love ice crystals in the morning sun the dead leaves around my…

AmbitionPoetry

Ambition

Mike CasettaNovember 27, 2020

The directions on the shampoo bottle: “Wet hair thoroughly before applying.” Someone got paid for that? Why not me? Here’s my resume. Published Poet.…

Life After Dodging a BulletPoetry

Life After Dodging a Bullet

Andy PosnerNovember 26, 2020

I try on a suit to look handsome for the stars, ask the mirror what I have gained and what I have lost. I…

My Son, My SonPoetry

My Son, My Son

Susan PetersNovember 25, 2020

We sit on the stoop for hours. A few passersby, one wearing bright red kicks, Hey man help me out. You wave a royal…

A Team of Horses Gathers Me into HeavenPoetry

A Team of Horses Gathers Me into Heaven

Amanda VillafrancoNovember 24, 2020

You pointed out a spot along the fence in the pasture and recounted how you once snuck up behind a coyote and just to…

new poems and a red dressPoetry

new poems and a red dress

Emalisa RoseNovember 23, 2020

here's a new batch for you. I know that i erred when i couldn't resist and sent several times when you specifically scowl on…