Category: Poetry
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National Weed Day is a Government Conspiracy by Z. T. Fairfax
Big Soap made it out on top Easier to swallow Dawn than the irony
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Playing with the latest Instagram feature by R.J. Schmitz
The wild turkeys were out in the highway this morning
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SEASONAL AFFECTIVE DISORDER (S.A.D.) by Ron Arbuckle
The wild turkeys were out in the highway this morning
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How this new abstract painting by Malatifa Orion challenges everything we thought we knew about cheeseburgers
Malatifa Orion sent her own mother a screen capture of their latest art and it was not even recognized as art.
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ode to the dead rat i found in my dairy queen blizzard by John Sara
for a brief moment, you saw the world
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in the world and 2 more by Mykyta Ryzhykh
They said it was the statue of liberty They said that my love has no boundaries
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The Tyger by James Callan
One-eyed like a pirate with a raven for a parrot Odin himself, and the braided swine
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Swanson Ford – Employee Self-Appraisal by Bob Gielow
To help you avoid all that stressful planning while you are grieving for me, I’ve written out the following list of assignments.
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Household Items and 1 more by Ben Macnair
His consciousness, a neat little widget of self-awareness, seemed to have taken up residence somewhere near his sternum.
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PAPARAZZI IN THE DUMPSTER AGAIN: PASS ME ANOTHER FIRECRACKER
I have recently switched from Witchkiller rapid-fire chains to the Chin Channy Chin Rattler X-3075
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SUZIE CREAMCHEESE and 3 more by Maceo Nightingale
Billy Karnash in the 5th grade, known as the human pencil
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leopard print and 1 more by Nathaniel Sverlow
my son had accidentally gone into the ladies room to do his business
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‘Paean of the High Plains Drifter’ by Guy Duvet
SHOULD WE NEVER SPEAK WHAT WE SAY / IN THREAT OF BRITTLE LOVE
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Raven for a Parrot by James Callan
One-eyed like a pirate with a raven for a parrot Odin himself, and the braided swine
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VALENTINE’S DAY & DAVID by J.R. Solonche
like the expression my 5’7” neighbor wears when he’s trying to parallel park his behemoth of a truck.
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Tenor and Boots On The Ground by Salvatore Difalco
Houses in the country, seashores, mountains, a wont to desire as much as earth mass.
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A Meatless Course by James Callan
I shift Föður so he faces the valley that has been usurped from him.
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Reincarnation and 2 more by Michael Lee Johnson (text + audio)
In the next life, I will be a little higher up the pecking order. No longer a dishwasher at the House of Pancakes
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The Captive King and 1 more by Kushal Poddar
abuzz with hiraeth noises, memories desperate for fleshes
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The Theme of the Week is Cup-O-Joe
You can drink Cup-O-Joe in the morning to stimulate your poet brain.
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Bones and Gold by James Callan
A monkey skeleton clutches a coin, gold winking time-weathered disc, weakly fizzing
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At the Centro Administrativo del Poder Ejecutivo y Judicial General Porfirio Díaz, Oaxaca City, 1925 by Gulliver S. Gulliver
Questionable poetry by the great modernist Gulliver S. Gulliver. Commentary by Tark Mackintosh.
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Book Excerpt: ‘GAFFE THE GIRAFFE’ by Dr. Mitchell M. Seuss
He was also the ugliest giraffe in the world, his mother told him.
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TALES FROM THE MONASTERY by J.R. Solonche
The Master picks up a stone from the ground. ’This stone is full of stone,’ he says.
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corneRED by Theodore Wallbanger
there had to be death for me to begin secrets were spilled for my life to start
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The Silver Screen by Gulliver S. Gulliver
Bad poetry by the great modernist Gulliver S. Gulliver. Commentary by Tark Mackintosh.
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BEST OF THE GORKO 2025
The real gift of 2024 was the creative work submitted to this space by more than 100 contributors: humor, short fiction, CNF, poems, and more.
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He Has No Head by Ben Macnair
His consciousness, a neat little widget of self-awareness, seemed to have taken up residence somewhere near his sternum.
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The Truth about Santa and 2 more by Brad Rose
Over the holiday weekend, I ingested a few careless stimulants and a couple of imperfect party favors.
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and sky has fallen and more short poems by Mykyta Ryzhykh
God’s button turns red and bursts. Forever.
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Vanities by Salvatore Difalco
They rode past the dusky villa where votary candles flickered in the cut glass windows. Others were awake.
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‘in the sad bin of dusters be’
One of the angriest members of Los Decepcionados, f. f. francés led a truly checkered life as poet, revolutionary, and renegado.
