Category: Poetry
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Old Grand-Dad and Arthritis by J.R. Solonche
It’s a slow geography of friction, a map drawn in bone and chalk
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The Theme of the Week is Crouched Behind Bushes With A Garden Hose
Crouch Behind Some Bushes With A Garden Hose and take advantage of the true drenching power of your Jassick Super Blaster 3000 high-pressure water nozzle.
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THIS WEEK’S HOROSCOPE by Ben Macnair
The planets are broadly favourable, although Mercury is in retrograde, the council is reviewing parking arrangements and someone has put a mattress beside the recycling bins.
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Gold Fish and 2 more by Kushal Poddar
We move the bucket around and give up, sit on a sofa with our legs tucked.
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2 by Alex Carrigan
but instead I set the flower on fire because I’m not / trying to write a sappy poem
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Thirteen Ways of Looking at Anya Taylor-Joy by Damon Hubbs
I was fond of playing telephone With noble accents
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Three poems by Iryna Somkina, translated by Stephan Crown-Weber
With my right hand propping up my chin.
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I met yr god and 1 more by John Yohe
I met yr god one time in the desert near Globe I said what are you doing out
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I went to the state of limerence and all I got was this lousy shirt by Andrea Salvador
Cue the midnight banter where you ooze buckets of #coolgirl aura & NO NEVER MIND HE’S STOPPED REPLYING
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THE GORKO’S 2027 BEST OF THE NET NOMINATIONS!
The Gorko’s 2027 BotN nominations are here! Read all eight pieces here.
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A Compendium of Gemstones by James Callan
Kyanite is a corpse hidden in the center of a snowbank in the parking lot at Lowe’s.
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Dreadlocks by Arthur Neong
And he has all the world to himself. The richest poorest man in the world.
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YOU KNOW I LIKE MY GIRLS A LITTLE BIT OLDER
I just wanna use your love tonight. No, I don’t wanna lose your love tonight.
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Fish in love by Mykyta Ryzhykh
Spruce trees cast their proud shadows on four-legged tracks in the snow
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Found Poetry: ‘Poet Interruptus’ by Uncle Toby
Callow to the utmost, maturely she sips her morning brew / With unknowingly meager nonplussed virgin charm
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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
