Tag: Poetry

  • Smoke by Brendan Owens

    Smoke by Brendan Owens

    perfumed in the corners of the houselies smoke that has not been aired out;forever stained in the leather &mentioning it will attractmy mother’s attention— there — don’t you remember? my grandmotherbefore the fireplace, chained to many bottles:the bond outlasting all her others—‘it’s very similar,’ says my brother.in the silence that…

  • Diner Love by Philip Lisi

    Diner Love by Philip Lisi

    The top of the Heinz ketchup bottle at the Neptune Diner looked secure–I am sure it was on tight. But as I stare at the tomatoey Rorschach splotch adorning the front of your date-nightdress, I guess I must have misjudged the synchronicity between white metal top with its spiral grooves…

  • Hunger by Daniel Schulz

    Hunger by Daniel Schulz

    I lived through six euro an hour philanthropy,wrapped in a blanket of poverty,sleeping on benches in train stationswaiting for my next ride home,my back battered by the factory lines.This is not an achievement. This is life.I will not give in. I am a fighter with a marathon heart,a love harderthan…

  • Clothes Pole by Jim Bates

    Clothes Pole by Jim Bates

    Set firmly in the groundIt had its own spot in the backyardA heavy-duty metal post with wooden arms attachedHeld together with clothesline ropeA lever controlled it going up and downA thing of mechanical beautySimple utility and grace. His mother hung sheets from it every weekWhite cotton flags waving in the…

  • The Tower Block by Jane Davidson

    The Tower Block by Jane Davidson

    You live in the tower block, filed away and forgotten.But, you know your neighbours well,from the storiesyou read throughthe thin walls. You live in the tower block, unable to walk outside. But, a piece of the sky belongs to you as wide as your windows. There are no pets allowed.…

  • Abandoning by Jackson Dammann

    Abandoning by Jackson Dammann

    Whoever saidsex and hungerare our most powerful urgesclearly never tried the stuff I’m on. This stuff is             teeth on neck             cold static through veins unpolluted stars the piece of me that was always missing. Need to cut back budget don’t need the             car cable friends just need…

  • Late Summer Evening by Anne Mikusinski

    Late Summer Evening by Anne Mikusinski

    The day’s fever breaksSubtlyAs thin white cloudsTrace eggshell cracksAgainst the fading blue.The heat leavesQuietlyIn sighing gasps ofTepid airCircling the drainLanguidlyAs night comes inSpreading outIts indigo dropclothAnd sprinkling the starsUpon itHaphazardly. Anne Mikusinski has always been in love with words. She’s been writing poems and short stories since she was seven.…

  • Reflections Close to Closing Time by Anne Mikusinski

    Reflections Close to Closing Time by Anne Mikusinski

    It’s three minutes pastThe last time I checkedI’m so informedAs time is marked by thin gold hands.Around me,Life happensIn couplesIn groupsEvenIn the singular purposeOf the man next to meGlaring at his phoneGoogling solutionsHave meritThe room is fullOf sound bitesMurmured conversationMusic of the earnestBand of the eveningDebates and discussions on human…

  • Columbine, Will You Be Mine?  by Douglass Allen

    Columbine, Will You Be Mine? by Douglass Allen

    My cultivated garden grows, seeds in rows,Gently tendered, watered, sun enough and earth—Daisy, hollyhock, delphinium, andColumbine—will you be mine?Blessed flowers, blessed birth. I’ve grown discouraged, bummed out, glum.Flowers should enchant, delight, so—Tell me the flaw― my failed green thumb?Germination yes, but oh, oh no! From someone so upset, chagrin—Let me…