Under the gaze of the dimly lit bookstore, disguised in the form of a shift, we’re “working” We wear contrary attire, for me: a blue striped flannel, Soft, vulnerable, solemn, the ocean. Something holy, For her the accessory is red. hostile, sinister an evil, a burning building, Here and now, September. All you had to… Continue reading Read Poem: it was something holy, by Jessie Layton
Month: May 2024
Read Poem: FACES, by Victoria Dym
dollface babyface paleface whiteface blackface facelift faceless typeface boldface lightface interface bald-faced wheyface shamefaced bold-faced barefaced shitfaced shitface pie-faced moon-faced catface foreface clubface clockface uniface deface faceplates facecloths faceup facemasks Facebook sourpuss
Read Poem: a futile attempt at goodbye, by Sam Spring
grass clippings and gasoline. in the wake of the rolling boil of august, before the high of uneven heat, it’s now autumn who cradles the earth in her hands. southbound winds mix the yellows, reds and oranges at the foot of the great oak in the yard and paint the sky in a flutter with… Continue reading Read Poem: a futile attempt at goodbye, by Sam Spring
Read Poem: THE POTATO SALAD, by Andrew Clinnick
Copyright © Andrew Clinnick May 2024 (Genre: The Potato Salad is an Australian Domestic Food poem, with a few spoons of Humour and Sibling Rivalry thrown in for good measure. Hope you like it! 🙂 Dad said, ‘Ya gotta dice the spuds ’fore ya cook ’em and let ’em boil for five minutes, ’fore draining… Continue reading Read Poem: THE POTATO SALAD, by Andrew Clinnick
Read Poem: BABEL, by Alex Weidlich
Like insects’ pheromones, Or the surgical lights that glow so provocatively at night. Or maybe it’s more like the dream, where we gouge a deep, deep wound into the flesh of the Earth until we reach Her very center. And, upon seeing that, God gets mad and scrambles our language. Then You look back up… Continue reading Read Poem: BABEL, by Alex Weidlich
Read Poem: I WANT TO LEARN BIRDS, by Leslie Dianne
I want to learn birds: the mynah and the rest of the passerines the hummingbirds with their love serenades and midair dance the eternally annoying beautiful woodpecker bringing the dawn and screaming incessantly at the unyielding tree the dayshy owl blinking in night wonder at the moon lit world the eagles eyeballing the earth for… Continue reading Read Poem: I WANT TO LEARN BIRDS, by Leslie Dianne
Read Poem: On Being an Asian American Woman, by Isabella Liu
you’ll never be enough. amidst the Beckys/Natalies/Emilys you can see an Asian American woman drowning in the waters separating her from her home country. you catch the love of your life talking to a 5’5” brunette & she touches his arm as she laughs, so excruciatingly beautiful & obnoxiously different from you. yet here you… Continue reading Read Poem: On Being an Asian American Woman, by Isabella Liu
Read Poem: A Model By Her Own Design, by Rachel Wheelon
“So whatever we had on, that was ours, and that was it” — Renee Kolender Those days you spent in the Warsaw ghetto left you Hungry but not starved. You arrived in women’s clothing and left with a girl’s body. Each day, you cinched the waistline of your dress to fit over a body becoming… Continue reading Read Poem: A Model By Her Own Design, by Rachel Wheelon
Read Poem: JUST BE PATIENT, by K.G. Munro
Waiting feels like suffocation As if a phantom has their cracked hands Around my heart that flickers Dying to glow – to combust! Logic whispers in my ear I must wait, I must hold back – I detest this purgatory! The stone holding my emotions Is sitting on my shaking shoulders Shimmering in blue, crying… Continue reading Read Poem: JUST BE PATIENT, by K.G. Munro
Read Poem: Intoxication, by Duane March
Ask me to describe my earnest fascination? Ask me, might as well, pi’s endless calculation, Words do not suffice to offer explanation. Her eyes gleam a golden brown, Athena’s owls, soft as down, Her hair is a mane of chesnut fire, It tosses savage with lion’s ire, Or happy shakes, a foal without tether, New… Continue reading Read Poem: Intoxication, by Duane March