Category: Poetry
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Solid Flesh Would Melt and 1 more by Damon Hubbs
A bird and a fish may fall in love, but where would they live
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Journey After the Show and The Slaughtering Cause by Ben Nardolilli
For a face that can turn into a skyline When stretched out on its side
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3 lines in a haiku by Louis Packard
DECIDING TO OVERTURN A COIN FLIP AS A WAY OF TAKING CONTROL OF UR LIFE
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4 Sicilian micros by Salvatore Difalco
Cousin Mario’s Sicilian zucchini had achieved hitherto unimagined proportions.
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The Day the Earth Stood Still and 1 more by Grant Vecera
And the way he greets Kate and Ron, like straight out of 1951
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Tuesday afternoon in the Super-market and Darts Night by Ben Macnair
Colin, they have your special lotion, the one for your intimate area, two for one, shall I get you two?
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Voodoo by Nate Tulay
What I couldn’t see again was how easy it is for the mind to draw a stupid correlation
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Proust: a dialogue by Simon Firth
‘Wasn’t it the sleepy-headed Proust, propped up by dusty pillows in his cork-lined bed on the Boulevard Haussmann, who…?’
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Moonflower and 2 more by James Callan
In a wide valley somewhere in Kyrgyzstan flowers grow in the shape of a horse Eagles swim in edelweiss skies
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Flight beyond the edge of a notebook page by Mykyta Ryzhykh
Fear of heights Fear of silence Fear of birds
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Dinner with the Arsonists and 1 more by Samantha Hund
The glow of the chandelier Paints my fingertips pinot red
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POETRY SOCIETY TO HEAR SHORT POEMS READ
‘Any visiting writer may take part in the program,’ announced the Society’s pamphlet.
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Toilet Poems III & IV by Iryna Somkina
I hated every single word I spoke, offering mattresses wearing a plastic headset
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Walking Down St. Michael’s Hill After Seeing You For The Last Time by Karina Longo
a medicine against / closed curtains
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The Gift for The Weakest by Shawn Scott Smith
Trying to comprehend the pleasure and pain, Of the fox and boar, Who had no sympathy for the small
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food for though and 3 more by jenkin benson
eschew the eastside hubbellsores deflated santas tirefacturers
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THE HEXAPODIC EXOSKELETONS FROM HELL by Steen W. Rasmussen
Unperturbed, he is, by the presence of the Queen of Sevenia—who, no longer seven‑legged on account of an unlucky run‑in with a gypsy moth
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The Son of Vulcan by James Callan
The darkest of evil has no lineage; no mother from whom to wean, no sire to claim their name.
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Preposterously Bad Poem by Professor Stout (writing as Mr. Heustis)
One of the more celebrated poems from Professor Stout’s second Jabs & Donner volume I love Seamen.
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I literally spoilt the vanilla each time offered to me by Jayanta Bhaumik
there was no wall, no bar, so I found Dino like all find some day
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Pebbles with opened bodies and 2 more visual poems by Laszlo Aranyi
Laszlo Aranyi (Frater Azmon) poet, visual poet, anarchist, occultist from Hungary.
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Tanizaki Soup Song by Parker Galloway
i’m lost in contemplation soup, it’s les murmures, les chuchetemenz
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IN THE AFTERMATH OF FINDING SEA HORSE FOSSILS by Shrutidhora P Mohor
Last April when I checked into room 14 on the first floor as usual, dad and son were already there in the adjacent room, playing chess through sultry, sticky long afternoons.
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While Walking by the Corner Store, I Overheard a Couple of Drug Dealers Talking About Drone Strikes and 2 more by Justin Karcher
For a moment, I allowed myself to imagine a desperate amateur astronomer
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The Poppy Runner and 1 more by Damon Hubbs
A bird and a fish may fall in love, but where would they live
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Intro to poetry and 2 more by Justin Lacour
my libido was like the possessed man who lived in the tombs
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A Complicated Dream Told as if Included in Akira Kurosawa’s Final Film, Dreams by Nora Rawn
Sterling service, doily. Scene. Family wealth from the diamond mine
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Odysseus stabs the eye of the cyclops and 1 more by Sarp Sozdinler
I held my breath during sirens to mute my blood The sink kept coughing up rust
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The Blaze of Yesterday and 1 more by Donna Dallas
Orange haired leprechaun and his broomstick in the doorway of 12
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THE CLASS & HAPPY HOUR by J.R. Solonche
Now is the hour of the great softening when the sharp edges of the workday begin to blur.
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a nature poem in the style of my turkish esl girlfriend & dad’s antarctic mission by Aaron Barry
I started wearing faux leather pants but chafing restricted my movements and people took to gawking
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The Theme of the Week is Sports Chafing
Elizabeth Barret Browning was famous for her hot zumba rashes, of which she complains in Sonnets to the Portuguese XIX.
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2 new poems by Salvatore Difalco
I started wearing faux leather pants but chafing restricted my movements and people took to gawking
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Culling of the Centaurs by James Callan
smith and scrivener bowman and bride getting on like a house on fire
