2017-

Poetry Archive

POETRY 

Three Poems by David M. Taylor

David M. Taylor The Memory of Us I’ve been working on a poem for the past two months, but struggled controlling the syntax and shaping the words into meaning. I’ve tried molding the lines like mercury, forcing them into the memory of us before your father bruised your...

So Cruel by Robert Whiteley

Robert WhiteleySo CruelThere's a fair in my heart transient by nature the kind you find travelling  from small town to smaller town at the first touch of spring the kind that pops up in uneven parking lots of shopping malls schools and city parks across this country...

Four Poems by Matthew J. Hall

Matthew J. Hall Snooker BallI have a fractured memory of a quiet railroad track where I found a snooker ball it was red after staring at it in my hand I put it in my trouser pocket I don't remember  what happened  to that red snooker ball I wish I still had it in...

A Revelation by Kat Giordano

Kat Giordano A Revelation Sometimes, in life, the plot begins to sour so much that you find yourself collapsing to simple kindness. There, alone, your pupils primed for anything but the most all-consuming dark, you fall to the untouchable feet of your benefactor and...

Two Poems by Marc Frazier

Marc Frazier Shadow Life Oh, I wanted to be easy in the peopled kingdoms/ to take my place therebut there was no one that I could find/shaped like me. —Mary OliverI think of hands sculpting parts of the body with nimble fingers. This means something. There are signs...

Two Poems by Maggie Brown

Maggie Brown let it all out  believe me when i tell you i feel the car crash coming it’s waiting around corners and begging me to check my phone again i can feel it hoping that i stop paying attention to my inspection or oil change or fuel gauge it anticipates i make...

No Wonder by Jeanette Powers

Jeanette Powers No Wonder  When the girl arrived all blonde and blue cutely confused, dearly innocent, plausibly harmless  and custom tailored with sailor dress and matching bows she had that wide-eyed vulnerability only the truly  entitled and unharmed can ever dream...

That Sweat Brimmed Hat by Josh Dale

Josh Dale That Sweat Brimmed Hat  That sweat-brimmed hat. Swoosh. Blaze orange. Velcro back. My favorite color at the time. Circa 2001-2003. Wore it to the YMCA camp every day. Sports camp. Normal camp was for pussies. Ninety degrees on average. Worked us like slaves...

Two Poems by John D Robinson

John D Robinson That Wouldn't Change She was black and beautiful with long braided hair that fell to her shapely ass and her scent was divine and we danced and held each other real close and we kissed in the moment: we were drunken strangers and that wouldn’t change:...

Two Poems By B. Diehl

B. Diehl WHICH CAME FIRST, THE CHICKEN OR THE EXISTENTIAL MISERY? And now I’m in a warehouse again. I got a permanent position as a package handler. My boss is a micro-manager with a dump truck for a jaw. Every evening at punch-in time, he walks over to the staff,...

Evening Blues (With Some Blood In it) by Mendes Biondo

Mendes Biondo  Evening Blues (With Some Blood In It) I have to be shaved a good-boy face for a good-boy job that I need to find just a drop of blood from my neck what an unnecessary effort this is makes me think of a girl I met as a student a thin sexy girl in my...

To Johnny, Age 16 by Mirium Kramer

Miriam Kramer To Johnny, Age 16 At two years old, your favorite things are cars; actually, you have a penchant for nouns like me who travel. And as I said goodbye to you today on Skype, my chest was a battered suitcase, the leather worn, brass clasps slowly...

Three poems by John Dorsey

John DorseyMaking Weightfor steve burrik, 1976-2011i’m guessing that you never imagined being middle aged at seventeen steve, in junior high i wanted to be you with your shiny doc martens cheerleader girlfriends and brand new skateboards every other week i didn’t...

Two poems by Caitlyn Siehl

Caitlyn Siehl At Your Feet You dream she fucks the bad love out of you Purifies your body at the altar of hers until the water isn't holy anymore Until you shine like all forgiven things do Tell me where do the nightmares go after she takes them from you Where does...

Three Poems by Taylor Emily Copeland

Taylor Emily Copeland Saturday night is a distant memory It used to be nearly empty glasses of wine, sweat beading on our shoulders in June, tipsy dares that ended up in tongues tangled - a Sapphic freeze frame of our early twenties. It used to be dragging Casey's...

Three poems by Chad Frame

Chad Frame Bryan In shock, form loses function; function, form. Simple geometries I’ve taken for granted— the parabolic curve of your bare ass in curtained moonlight, a conic bouquet of just-because roses, the oblate spheroid we inhabit together skews, warps,...

Two Poems by Paul Koniecki

Paul Koniecki driving-thru mcdonalds  this morning grabbing your breakfast of small coffee and medium talk i say i want to live forever and this apple pie is baked you reply death by samurai sword and death by lightning is still death referencing ishmael reed rza and...

Three Poems by Joe Weil

Joe Weil JAY! (for Clare) Anyone who knows me knows the blue jay is my totem bird: I have found his feathers at odd times stuck between pages of Tacitus or floating down from a Beech limb where no Jay had seemed to perch. His raucous proclamations—high tenor to a...

Four Poems by Sarah Maria

Sarah Maria Ripples   My father whistles to Dylan records like a lark in harmony with a river's babble, chorus hanging like hands balancing atop the water's rippled skin. Poetic bard in paternal clothing, melody carried like the sway of a mother in her rocking, though...

Three Poems by Jake St. John

Jake St. John When I Die, I Die My hands will no longer write poems my voice will no longer recite words my bones and ash returned to earth somewhere when I die the sky will still be blue the sun will still rise a dog will chase a cat a poet will write a poem about a...

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