Recent Comments
- X23Eping on Hangin’ Out at the Git and Go, poetry by Jason Ryberg
- John A Jancewicz on The Hills are Alive, essay by Anna Lea Jancewicz
- JBird on Tin Pedals, fiction by Lucas Flatt
- Jim J Wilsky on Everything is Relative, fiction by Michael Bracken
- LINDA MCQUARRIE-BOWERMAN on Two Poems, by Matthew Borczon
Tag Archives: poem
Blind Visions, poem by Margot Brown
The grass and once green trees are stiff and December is frozen in all my heart’s tears. Don’t see no difference in stayin or goin cause I’ll always have the same fears. Wish I could start, just start walkin a new road–one that leads me … Continue reading
The Scent of a Woman, poem by Diana Rosen
(originally published in Camroc Press Review) The scent of a woman lingers in her kitchen like her signature sauce simmering until it steams windows damp on an autumn day. Lingers in her children’s bedrooms like her reading voice or memories of tender kisses … Continue reading
Apollo 11, poem by Ron Cooper
Dishes washed and dried, Kitchen floor swept three times, Countertops polished five, Mother rearranges silverware, dusts cabinets. Father gets another cup of coffee. “Go on to bed, Martha. If Gabriel toots, it’ll wake you.” But she refolds the dishrag, Looks out the window, up. A … Continue reading
Baloney, poem by Thomas Alan Holmes
Baloney I. Usually, when I commit to it, I’ve bought pre-packaged, thick-sliced stuff that has red plastic casing around the edge. I lay some slices down and take a table knife I can wash in the sink and cut the stuff in half, then notch … Continue reading
Another Cycle of the Moon, poem by Christopher Reilley
Another month, rent is due, bills on the first, auto loan on the fifteenth, four Sunday dinners and interest accrues. The ritual of mikvah; the Orthodox bath of family. Welfare checks come due, get your nails done, girl, social security pays out on the third, … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged another cycle of the moon, christopher reiilley, poem
Leave a comment
Lovelock, poem by Michael N. Thompson
The gulley behind the bowling alley is a graveyard of rusted bicycle frames, soda pop bottles and busted kites Refinery boys march with matching lunch pails and the chagrin worn is as plain as day Most of them knocked up the girls they knew from … Continue reading
if something is beautiful, poem by Mark Hartenbach
if something is beautiful it doesn’t have to say anything. it doesn’t have to matter. it doesn’t have to work it. it doesn’t have to fit in or be surrounded by complimentary esthetics. if something is beautiful the steam rises off … Continue reading
Honky-Tonk, poem by David Jibson
Outside, a mercury vapor lamp on its tall wooden pole throws blue fire down onto the gravel parking lot below, where cowboys riding pick up trucks instead of horses scuffle with each other in the shadows to preserve their honor. Blood and spit dampen the earth. … Continue reading
September Fields, poem by Andrew Taylor
Through hedgerow gaps between trees an undulation perhaps it’s to do with colour a golden calm sets in at summer’s end spiders come in from cooling night air heating is entertained flowers last through though the evenings don’t gather wood like windfalls essential … Continue reading
DWI, poem by CL Bledsoe
They pulled Dad over on the way home from visiting us at Aunt Louise’s house where we were staying while the divorce went through. His truck died, so he shut off his lights, cranked it, and flipped them back on. A cop … Continue reading
