Tag: Poetry

Knar Gavin: Two Poems

My Cooter, Your Us upon being expelledfrom the uterus& them brigade my neighbor cuts offall our hair and rollstowel around skull screams our uteruses have been pluckedout, outs me out thoughshe probablydoesn’t meanours—hers or mine—but thePlatonic Table Uterus, thatuterus, and i suppose i’m supposed tojust trust—to believe it’s there,and sometimes she she is uterustlingin the…
Dear Brother Excerpts: A.M. O’Malley Poetry

Dear Brother Three babies came between us. They were all sucked away or withered on the vine. The summer you were born I had buds forming on my branches. I had touched tongues for extended periods of time with boys who thought I was fifteen or sixteen, boys with skateboards, boys with ripped collars, boys…
“What Has Become of Freedom?”: A Poem by Ace Boggess

—Bob Hicok, “To Find the New World” The trouble with freedom is being freenot to think about freedom or desire escapeto freedom. Easy spending too many hourswatching the same news on televisionwith nothing new about it to make it newsexcept in name. The machine god pulls its levers &an airplane disappears—sleight of a clockwork handas…
“Poem” by Ryan Mills

Or is it all but that rock(s)grey courtyard naked trees. & It is all but that this isFall & much Septemberalive & of. Throw pebbles at the sky;“ ing “ “ “ se words;they say wind or wind chimes. Months pass by mistressedmattresses pebbly & one to climbthey say wind or wind & It goes…
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…