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lessons from my dead fatherPoetry

lessons from my dead father

Lance WatsonJuly 31, 2025

i was on the couch, alone, halfway through a bag of pretzels and a questionable bowl of indica when he showed up, just sat…

HushPoetry, Poetry

Hush

HughLemmaJuly 27, 2025

If I could turn up the silence and turn down the noise I'd revel in the world's collapse. There would be no soundtrack, no…

on the bench with karsten behind the grocery storePoetry

on the bench with karsten behind the grocery store

Lance WatsonJuly 12, 2025

“you ever think,” i said, “that if we only had one choice, we’d be happier?” karsten squinted at the sun, rolled the joint a…

Did we meet on Matchmakers.com?Poetry

Did we meet on Matchmakers.com?

Christine DubucJuly 9, 2025

on the street corner a guy forty something good looking in a celtic kind of way he has a walking stick and in the…

tomatoesPoetry

tomatoes

Lance WatsonJuly 7, 2025

every year around the same time when the flies get lazy and the air starts smelling like a wet sponge left in a coffee…

.this.Art, Poetry

.this.

Sonja Benskin MesherJuly 5, 2025

blind man’s buff. wherein the word buff is use d in its older sense of a small push. the game later also became known…

counterpointPoetry

counterpoint

Lance WatsonJune 30, 2025

i defecate around 9:00 a.m. most days. same toilet. same cracked tile. same weird patch of mold on the ceiling that kind of looks…

OutlawPoetry

Outlaw

Mike CasettaJune 20, 2025

I long wondered how Burroughs escaped a murder rap after his drunken reenactment of William Tell in an American friend’s apartment in Mexico City,…

Twilight CinemaPoetry, Poetry

Twilight Cinema

D. E. KernJune 13, 2025

The sky is backlit by these afterthoughts. The golden hour and dusk shake hands then go their separate ways, but not before burning an…

i love TrumpPoetry

i love Trump

Lance WatsonJune 4, 2025

i love Trump. there, i said it. go ahead, judge me. he’s loud, he stinks, he humps everything with a pulse, and he once…

Mad auntie Pauline was rightPoetry, Poetry

Mad auntie Pauline was right

Niall M OliverMay 28, 2025

She'd waited around for him all day. Had prepared his favourite meal. Even wore the earrings he liked, the swingy ones with the sparkly…