Poetry

I Didn’t Know You Could Sign a Corner Store Like a Cast

I Didn’t Know You Could Sign a Corner Store Like a Cast

Jane Cassady   But here it is. As we walk the summer camp kindergarten through third grade down the street to Pleasant Playground for their weekly swim, the kids are in their two quiet lines, listening for traffic and blue jays. The shutters are open, even though it's only been a week. "Poor Mr....
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When by Michelle Strawberry Heymann

When by Michelle Strawberry Heymann

  I judge myself deeply, harshly – don’t allow courtesy given others, thoughtless tortured by tumultuous thoughts, ticking driving negativity nails through, aching begging, the merciless obsession eradicated, relentless screaming behind frozen stare, scared floods back like recoiling toes from cold water, endless forgiveness, permission – breathe and be, redemption when      ...
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Paul by Wednesday Hobson

Paul by Wednesday Hobson

  I cannot muster effort enough to show what is and unspoken there what little deserves and overly qualifies a human to which I am particular.   There is a body: made of sinews, contrasting with elasticity – his rubberband arms and legs cinnamon facades made for over-ambiguity – preserving a heart perpetual pumped...
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Android Poems by Lek Borja

Android Poems by Lek Borja

  1. Phenomenon Outcome spirals             Through my circuitry, moving               To thought, I am Pale, mouthing             I do what I am told               I am built for something I raise my eyes             To whatever draws near, someone               Touches me With my own hands       2....
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Drive-Through by Jessica Kinkade

Drive-Through by Jessica Kinkade

If you pull up to the And order something cheap but good Have but secretly crave, And they’ll wrap her in whole wheat lace Along with the tomato lube and honey Dijon. And the smell of her leaking juices is so pungent – That you can put aside your She came from, Under the...
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If by Abigail Templeton-Greene

If by Abigail Templeton-Greene

             in remembrance of Eun Kang What if it were just called Monday, not Night of Remembrance, not Ceremony or Candlelight Vigil? If this night was a night with nothing to take back? If women did not carry tea lights or pray under a canopy of bamboo? What if...
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Experimental by Susan Johnson

Experimental by Susan Johnson

  At the observation station observers tried observing themselves making observations and were impressed by the results. A film loop of a loop of film being filmed in a loop. For scientific purposes, some said. For posterity said others, to preserve in our selves the making of ourselves, as seen in the making. Doesn't...
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The Caper of the Missing Koi by Luisa Villani

The Caper of the Missing Koi by Luisa Villani

    How to still the gills                                         until they need to go how to go                                         from...
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Tarantino Fever by Eileen Murphy

Tarantino Fever by Eileen Murphy

It's midnight and the only two people in the green house are watching Tarantino films, the blood on the screen screaming "Get down!" The house shakes its roof doubtfully because the couple should go to sleep instead of arguing about who's the best director, and is Tarantino cool or only a wannabe, and is...
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Under the Moon Light by Gary Metras

Under the Moon Light by Gary Metras

That scoundrel, man—he gets used to everything.                                                    Fyodor Dostoevsky   Maybe the moon is full and bright and earth reveals bones, shallow graves in a shallow war. Maybe the moon’s light plays with the meek fire of men cramped beneath a bridge in Ohio as they watch gray chunks of ice float...
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Dead for Decades by Steve Brightman

Dead for Decades by Steve Brightman

This morning I read Auden and his account of Icarus plunging into the apathetic sea, while I sat in a rocking chair sipping coffee cooled by milk that was nearing its expiration date.   Auden has been dead for decades and the sea remains unimpressed by us all.   Steve Brightman lives in Kent,...
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Deciduous by Kasandra Larsen

Deciduous by Kasandra Larsen

Falling off at maturity                                     falling out as soft baby teeth     brown needles     bicuspids       brazen               Antlers with their velvet loosened.     Abscission sounds just like the thief                                                             nature made it, takes advantage    of winter      drought        the sixth birthday.               Pairs with gravity. ...
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Alone by Kate McNairy.

Alone by Kate McNairy.

Swim Lonely one,             Curley head  sinks rises up for air,             water separates limbs,                         Arm over arm I swim. I need   The Pills, have to             be exact (the terrifying cost).              I am a chemical                         cocktail, have no idea I am, But  Monday morns             I line up...
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A Runny Nose in January by Kyle Torke

A Runny Nose in January by Kyle Torke

  Love is the loose elevator cable, a hibernating bear, A juggler with fire torches, a blister before the skin rises With pus, a leaky shock on a heavy truck going downhill, A shovel before the hole’s been dug or the seeds planted, A heart monitor without any sound, a juggler with fire Torches...
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Yesterday by Mitchell Untch

Yesterday by Mitchell Untch

after you’d gone our bodies uncoupled in the dark I lay in bed and started to think of things that are halved apples pears seeds and the knives that separate them I thought of doors half open half closed their wide unexpected swings into the middle of rooms how they halve distances I thought...
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Fleetwood Factory by Peggy Douglas

Fleetwood Factory by Peggy Douglas

  My son heaves plywood on the line, where compressed air and staples two inches long find their rhyme: throw a board up staple back, whack, along paneling lines. Throw a board up stable back, whack. No words ever spoken. Stud walls swabbed with industrial glue waiting for nailers and screwgunners to echo and...
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A Poem for the Future Generation by Jeremy Quintero

I hope I can watch you grow up to be just like your dad // you can rank above the both of us, he Kahuna // I maka’ainana I will put your head in stars blessed, turn/twist/shine/spin Mana in your palms // a prayer for those dying to manifest into those unborn Kapu flows...
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Fuck Fest for the Common Man by Jeremy Quintero

maybe Copland had it right the first time // we create nothing in wartime maybe all Foster wanted was a banjo on his knee // oh! Susanna, you turned out to be such a slut   maybe West Side Story got it wrong // there’s always a slaughter on tenth avenue maybe Rhapsody comes...
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Lost Backward by Patsy Anne Bickerstaff

Sausage jackhandle careens between abandoned Radio Flyer, overturned, missing wheel, leg, fin, wing, whatever belongs on its corner   may as well give up on two doves pacing in mulch, toasting bread you will never reconnoiter Great Wall Collage.   Whisper the dog around (should that be asquare?) the block tears dripping off your...
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Ice Broken by Jane Vincent Taylor

Ice Broken by Jane Vincent Taylor

  1.   There are people who love winter, and you were one     lover of winter, long nights and repose for a soul dose of Faulkner or Flannery O. Dickinson made a strong   chaser, a bullet for sleep in the winter, a draught   straight from a shot glass when finally...
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