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Tag: Poetry
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A Sestina for a Chocolate-Eyed Lover by Jordan Scott
I love the way you say the word “vase.”I love how it trips off of your tongue.Your voice— warmer than chocolate.Your Southern accent, the way you form your words, better than touch.I could drown in a pool of words that you’ve spoken.Sing to me softly, Beloved. I have ordered my…
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Meet Me At Dawn by Yaminnie Chandrra
It’s been a long, cold, lonely nightI’ve been lost in the shadows of the pastI fell into abyss,of these dark-dark thoughts The guiding stars were there all alongI had shut my eyes so tight, I had!I’d missed to see them,blind as I was… You’ve been searching for me in the…
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Disconsolate by George Freek
I’m tired of lookingat dead trees,weary of the moon,which looks as if it hada dreadful disease.My friends have departed.My wife is dead.I watch the sun seton our home.I stare down a road,which leads nowhere.And I can only returnto my unmade bed. George Freek’s poem “Enigmatic Variations” is currently nominated for…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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.…
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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…