Category: Poetry
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The One in Which I Punch Ocean Vuong in the Face by Damon Hubbs
because we’re in Amherst before I punched Ocean Vuong in the face we ran into Robert Frost.
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A Real Porker and 2 more by Tim Kahl
Think of all those culinary delights headed for the heartland: Abgoosht, Tevapi, Dalcha, Jamalah, Khorkhog, Macon, Mixiote, Drob, Pinnekjøff, Paomo, Sajji, Navarin, Wazwan.
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The Theme of the Week is 404 Not Found
Ask yourself, is Melanie the kind of poet who would be permalinking where she shouldn’t have been a-permalinking?
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3 new poems by Donna Dallas
what became of her guitar her marigold sweater with the deep pockets that held her Marlboros
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The New Ninety by Carla Sarett
We ate the usual Peking Duck and flew all over and then we were seventy and in-between.
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Woman smoking a pipe and 2 more visual poems by Laszlo Aranyi
Laszlo Aranyi (Frater Azmon) poet, visual poet, anarchist, occultist from Hungary.
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4 Poems by Mirvat Manal
I’ll throw my hat in this worldly race once more. Penniless & bold I’ll bare it all.
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4 new poems by Michael Lee Johnson (text + audio)
Moonshine murders of the past, dead bodies hidden behind blue walls
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Timmy the Cutter by JD Clapp
He got a job at the local mill, the only place that would hire him, cutting lumber.
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First Sight and some more of the story by Karol Nielsen
My mother was fourteen and my father was sixteen when he first saw her at a Keen Time dance.
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IN THE HOUSE OF SALT, EVERY WINDOW IS AN OPEN WOUND by J.R. Solonche
In the house of courage, there is no need for fathers. In the house of books, there is no need for doors.
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Rhubarb by Gulliver S. Gulliver
Don Rococo knew exactly who Tammy Henson was, and had had her in his sights for some time.
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2 poems by Jason Ryberg
from a sunset that looks like the next county is on fire, through a forest of leafless trees, cracking and rattling all of its limbs
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Dangerous Knowledge and 1 more by Lynn White
apples are not the only fruit but you can’t resist them
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3 poems by Guillermo Bowie
And pulling up close to the stereo speakers In the solitude of fourteen years old Listening to a voice from San Antonio
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The Battle of the Frogs by Damon Hubbs
Buying gasoline out of Coke bottles they speak on background, hit pieces and hatchet jobs
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Art Deco’d In New Orleans (1987) and 2 more by F.D. Jackson
no running boards or door handle for my tangled tender vines to grab onto
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The Theme of the Week ith Whe Yo Acthidentally Bie Yo Owe Tongue
No Tcharlie neva bieth heeth owe tongue.
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TWENTY ATTEMPTS AT THE WILLIAMS MATTHEWS CHALLENGE TO RUIN, WITH THE LEAST POSSIBLE CHANGE, A FAMOUS LINE OF POETRY by J.R. Solonche
Two toads diverged in a yellow wood
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The cage is open by Mykyta Ryzhykh
Father built himself a house in the cemetery Somewhere here under an unmarked grave rests a son
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DRIVING THE BIG VAN and 2 more by George Vincent
Two helpings of chicken satay curry for the fatty Who used to be a chef
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Fantasy, Frantic, and The Sanctuary by Ivan de Monbrison
Frantic dismay of a bulb Broken glass bleeding its light
