Tag: Poetry

Poetry by C.T. McGaha: “2 Blessed 2 Be Stressed”

the older i getthe harder it getsto believe in mydarkest heart ofhearts that chekhov’sgun was everloaded. take a look at thatsalamander atthe parkscurryingacross the monkeybars and tell methat the sun‘ll still risein the eastwhen i die. C.T. McGaha is a writer from Charlotte, North Carolina. He founded and co-edits Vanilla Sex Magazine. His work has…
Two Poems by Joe Milazzo

Yaphet Kotto Stardust doesn’t matter when you’re WillRobinson-ed in the cleft of the leading man’schin, this rift tantamount to a laser show itselfthe envy of the shock and awe dropping its nothinglike nothing under the sun. Meanwhile,what would the sun’s shadow look like, I wonder,panning for lens flares in the unmappedfolds of this hurtling doom…
Prose Poem: “distant constricted arteries” by Jim Warner

—even still, the shoe polish sky’s chicken and beneath it we are racing towards abandoned storefronts. Pop promise from blister pack. The foil backing is a silver thumbprint, is a sentence fragment, is a mission accomplished, is the remainder left on a passenger seat. Rumbling gulp. Dry swallows. You are not a choking victim. There…
“Elk Splat,” a poem by Taneum Bambrick

The canyon the river ran through was bowl shaped & you could see from the water sometimes sheep on its rim. Our boat noise would collect in one wall and spill over the ledge of the next. That must’ve been what happened—a jet ski, for example, cutting through the middle of the gorge can sound…
Three Poems by Heikki Huotari

Guiding God At God’s request, I throw the ball. God brings the ball back wet. I palm the ball and swing my arm. God searches where He thinks the ball should be. The evening and the morning are the seventh day. God watches closely and I say, Remember, God, what happened last time, but of…
Poetry by MK Chavez: “You Can’t Spank the Monkey Forever, the Monkey Hates It”

Like porn, casual sex will eventually get boring. If the person you’re considering having sex with makes you feel dirty and ashamed before penetration, imagine how it will feel once your heart is harpooned and a mere figurehead on a prow. Everyone can be a unicorn if they stop being a dick. If someone has…
“At Large,” a poem by Brennan Bestwick

In the land of outlawed love,you and I collect police composite sketchesof one another. We pull our mug shotsfrom the spineof every telephone pole in the city. The local news airs videoof the two of us necking in the museum,Goya etchings of demons over our shoulders.We dissolveinto each other’s static beforethe footage ends. I throw…
Prose Poetry: Three County Fairs by Cary Stough

The Year I Lost an Eye I’m at the county fair riding the Wurlitzer or Accordion when suddenly I want to be on a different ride. Maybe Button Mountain or The Ride. I slide into my seat and wonder, Wurlitzer or accordion. I scratch my chin as the lady comes by to jam the bar…
“You Are/No Longer,” a poem by Shannon Hearn

You Are/No Longer how muchdoes it hurt when you runover a shadowover your ownshadow. is it too heavytoo much sinking in-to the ground i’m askingwhere does it hurt and whendoes it know you are making itmore heavyon purpose Shannon Hearn is a recent graduate of the University of Connecticut where she studied Journalism and English…