Category: Poetry
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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
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Beneath the Judgment of the Sun and 2 more by William Taylor Jr.
I’m sitting at a table outside of Mr. Bing’s and an aging biker chick sidles up
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It’s So Quiet and 1 more by Strider Marcus Jones
whose smile they can’t close the shutters on or stop talking about
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Leaving Carolina and Orson’s Ambulance by Fran Kursztejn
Dracula preyed on the giglots swaying slouching toward Times Square
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The Theme of the Week Is What to Do When Your Bestie Reaps The Lost Souls Of Your Immediate Family
When it started back in late October of 2024, this reaping of lost souls, you shrugged it off as one of Derek’s little quirks.
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Love Poem for Three and 1 more by Damon Hubbs
with her funny pink teeth, soliciting darkness to release the bats
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All you want (a series of lies) by Colin Gee
Between adobe walls in the land of blue agave there is a flash in the pan, but it is just the pork fat catching fire on the hob, the sugar and salt glinting on the rim of the glass, the…
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Who Killed Joe Hardy? and 1 more by Tim Frank
because there’s magic in your eyes floating like space debris above carmine contrail skies.
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Poems by Ma Yongbo
In the steam, the taillights flicker dimly This is a climate without scenery, it is something nameless
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Lundy to Manhattan by Tempest Miller
The shipping forecast went – Dogger, German Bight, Dover, Viking, Biscay. Could do with finding the rifle back on quarterdeck.
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All you want (a series of lies) by Colin Gee
All you want is a juxtaposition of passion and fury, sunlight and storm, things holy and profane.
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French Cinema and 2 more by Aaron Lembo
Daniel Rouland was a local entrepreneur and film connoisseur that founded the first cinema in the town.
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Decorum Decision and 1 more by John Zedolik
For the greater portion of the seven-day / span down at the shore, I determined to stay
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Poems by William Taylor Jr.
She hugged me and said I was beautiful and I hugged her and said she was beautiful.
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GORKO IS GAME FOR THE NEW YEAR
Let The Gorko help you make the final festivities of your year the most memorable.
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Then, snap. Strangle. Gush. Blackness. Silent night. by Karen Walker
I dive and, momentarily, we are side by side as we should’ve been on New Year’s Eve everlasting.
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BEST OF THE GORKO 2024
The real gift of 2024 was the creative work submitted to this space by more than 75 contributors: humor, short fiction, CNF, poems, and more.
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3 poems by Gene Goldfarb
Four men are at a table playing cards, an argument breaks out between two of them
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EVEN MORE GORKO GAMES FOR THE HOLIDAYS
The blindfolded player then has five seconds to lick the Fresh Magic Pad™ and determine the correct flavor (sweet, sour, or ‘finger’).
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MORE GORKO GAMES FOR THE HOLIDAYS
Three new games that are guaranteed to get people talking about what is going on at your place in Peoria.
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3 new poems by Peter Mladinic
The limo took us to a mound we stood above as hands lowered the casket of Ted Hughes into ground far from Fairbanks
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After An Argument and 2 more by Kushal Poddar
A pool of skin and calcium starved bones sunken underneath swim upstream
