Category: Poetry
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‘Baby’s After Me’ and ‘In the Movies…’ by Gene Goldfarb
Baby was always suspicious of me, sniffing and straining
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HAPPY 2ND BIRTHDAY GORKO!
To celebrate our second birthday here is a look back at a few of our favorite pieces from ’22-23…
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Nolcha Fox interviews Gabriella Garofalo
NF: How does being bilingual help or hinder writing poetry in English?
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2 death poems by Ken Tomaro
one of them jagged and broken I sensed no evil or anger from him, but fear
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Gabriella Garofalo’s ‘Haphazardly, her blue’
The rivals going to crumble you, my light, / Too craven to fight life, or grass-
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Nolcha Fox interviews Alex Carrigan
AC: As someone who parrots back quotes regularly, it was fun to think about how I could do that in a new, artistic context.
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‘Quesarito In Excelsis Deo’ by Tim Moder
and we melt together at this yearly party this ancient yearling party year after year, from now until the last syllable of recorded time…
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NOW OUT: RADDY’S CHAPBOOK ‘FEAR OF SLEEP’ WITH ALIEN BUDDHA
sometimes my mind is small I experience shrinkage
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‘Before You Gave Up Dancing’ by Kyle Hemmings
You’ll sleep with your sweaty clothes stained with orange juice and experimental vodka.
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Buster & Bibi – Episode 1225c – ‘Is Bibi having an affair??’ by Kyle Hemmings
Some guy named LESTER?
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3 Transformative Poems by Alexander Carrigan
Hahahaha FUCK. That was so fun. Now all’s I need is a VCR.
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Buster & Bibi (& Lennon the dog) – ‘Another day in the life’ by Kyle Hemmings
I’M THE BOSS IN THIS HOUSE A MAN IS ALWAYS BOSS
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Buster & Bibi – Episode CVXXIiZ – ‘High Altitude’ by Kyle Hemmings
She was trying to levitate but got stuck
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‘Slowly Slowly, Catchee Monkey’ and 2 more by Lynn White
Perhaps that’s where leaders lead us ultimately hanging on a plumb line to the depths
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The Theme of the Week is Ronnie And Sally Sittin In A Tree
JUST GOOD OLD-FASHIONED VANILLA-FLAVORED AMERICANA FOLKS
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Interview with Adora Williams
It is funny, though, how those tough feelings on translation led me into learning English and I end up working with translation eventually. It works like some sort of closed loop.
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3 poems by Adora Williams
The synonym for black is every black coloured picture: Raven, obsidian, onyx, charcoal But a thing says no-thing about a colour This makes no sense
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SUBMISSION CALL: THE GORKO AMERICAN CHEESE SPECIAL
Send us your cheesy americana, cheese-related fake news, fiction, poems, pomes, art, or anything turophilic/turophobic and weird you think might fit at The Gorko.
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‘Silent Judgement’ by Amy Grech
Forced to wear a corporate noose, His moral fiber quickly untethered.
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The Theme of the Week is Fudge Fanny On Floor Four
‘The basement is too far to go for Fudge Fanny’s fudge,’ read the famous memo.
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2 poems by Adora Williams
Regardless, this (.), it is still a dot Unless it decides not to be anymore Unless it decides to become a line To call itself a line
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FROM THE BIGFOOT SPECIAL: ‘ETHICS AS A CONSEQUENCE’ BY COLIN JAMES
On his third visit the Doc cut those shoes off. / Said that was the best he could do.
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‘3 POEMS NEVER ACCEPTED BY ADROIT’ BY JOSEPH LEE MEADS
Those rococo narcocorridos or that blatnyak beat of hammers or chisels – it all equates to a natural invasiveness such as the iris’ venomous leaks.
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Poet’s Corner: ‘Premium Steel Plow’ by Allen Bours
Commentary by Tark Mackintosh folded arms The poet immediately sets the stage: Young Men’s Library Association members in tweed with crossed arms (never akimbo) prowl the streets of San Joaquin after imbibing deliciousness in the form of fruity beverages prepared…
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FROM THE BIGFOOT SPECIAL: ‘Becoming A Woodwose In Montreal’ by Daniel Ross
When the mail came, we rubbed our hands together like flies.
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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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FROM THE BIGFOOT SPECIAL: 2 poems by Nolcha Fox
And now his child, a hairy, rock-throwing bully, too big for his age.
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3 Poems by Mike McHone
and we melt together at this yearly party this ancient yearling party year after year, from now until the last syllable of recorded time…
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3 Poems by Lynn White
It’s been a long flight. / I’m pleased you made a safe landing / and now I’m coming down to join you.
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4 poems by Kushal Poddar
Reading A War Novel I sigh, and mark the wordwhere I end the day’s reading.The book spins a tale of war.The word I cannot cross todayis ‘House’.‘A good place,’I murmur, ‘to moor, balance,and stretch.’‘A good place,’ I think, ‘until theyturn…
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‘THE NEW NORMAL’ by Prosper Ifeanyi
Do you ever think why the body, made of sand, cannot hold water?
