Category: Poetry

#117: Poetry by Inga Piotrowska

VANILLA the moment I realize I’m empty and feel nothing iswhen the ice cream man asks me about what flavour I wantand I don’t know the answer because I’m emptyand I don’t know whether I like chocolate or raspberry I walk away without choosing anything because I like nothingand I don’t feel like ice creamsitting […]

#115: Erasure Poems by Justin Hamm

Sources Like a horse: Erasure from “The Dead,” James Joyce, Dubliners  Her name was: Erasure from “Araby,” James Joyce, Dubliners  Justin Hamm’s most recent book is Drinking Guinness With the Dead: Poems 2007-2021. His poems, stories, photographs, reviews, and artwork have appeared in numerous literary journals.

#113: Poems by John Dorsey

HARRY DEAN STANTON CHANGES THE OIL FOR SID HAIG this is the motorcycle movie that roger corman never madea country on firefull of slow rolling hillstwo good men sitting on a porchcrying to a tunethat nobody’s motherever sang just chewing up the scenery& spitting outwhat was leftinto an empty coffee can.   IN THAT MOMENT […]

#110: Three Poems by Theodore Worozbyt

HOURS The bruises change with the hour. You lie in bed listening to the Lloyd Cole the semi-invented Russian did or did not send across the Kremlin spires like a gaunt black bird tall in the gawking sky, something foreign inside you. They are invisible, these marks, like the birds flying in the night, like […]

#105: Poetry by Peycho Kanev

WHEN WINTER COMES… The skyanother kind of skyand so is the light seepingover hereabove the plains coveredin snowlike a sheet of plain white paper,there lies the evening townwhere we are fed up with the dark,where the tracks in the snowlead to nowhere.Now try to picture my house,blanketed in whiteness,lost somewhere in time,and mesomewhere inside the […]

#74: Poetry by Stephen Wing

VIEW FROM A MOUNTAIN RIDGE  “Mom,” I ask on the way to the car, “Do you remember hiking with me on the Appalachian Trail?” Single file, step by step along the ridgeline of Blood Mountain, three days to walk ten miles, Mom leading the way with a hiking stick in each hand, one long leisurely […]

#72: Poetry by Laurinda Lind

CHEATING AT WAR  I invented generals and pulled them out to the field unfairly   which means palming kings, putting them at top of the deck   plus slaying everything in sight with aces, some stolen, some prematurely played.   I was a kid and my cousin was trying to kill me with cards   […]

#71: Poetry by Gabrielle Peterson

WHAT COLOR YOU ARE WEARING I WILL  remember like i am prey hiding in the grasses. a baby boy got  eaten last week and they think it’s cause his mother was color  blind. to detect the slightest bend in hue is rewarded in nature with status quo.  how much we give  to stay the same. […]