Tag: Poetry

Three Poems by Joseph Mulholland

Transmigration, Volume One Did you recognize the sensation of olive meat hugging its cold pit for warmth? Her blood-belly protrudes over the ruined slipstream—secrets of torn flesh pinpush in the gunshot light. The walls of this open hymnal shine jukebox-pink—she adjusts fingers under the elastic band, glassglued to inconstancy, afflicted. Your morning electric chair shrinking…
Two Poems by M.A. Schaffner

So Morbid, So What? -1- Okay it’s not death but the long preludeof appointments, tests, and troubling results,followed by additional procedures.It’s called a crab because it moves sidewaysand picks almost delicately with its clawswhere instruments can see, if not respond,until the final stage of tearing outwhat weakness it finds, which is everywhere. Here’s more knowledge…
Two Poems by torrin a. greathouse

& so i am writing another poem about gravestones which is to say, i am writing about destinations & not that we don’t all end up there, eventually, but i have watched far too many of us arrive to heaven, anxious & far too early as if it were a party, & we invited only…
Poetry: “Ass” by Diane DeCillis

Tremulous gibbous moons,sand dunes of the body’s terrain,I’m talking double bubble entendre—not smart ass, the know-it-all,the wiseacre—more cheek to cheek,a tango as it were, the stuff of rumba,samba, mambo—parallelyet unparalleled in synonymy. Call it: buttocks, butt, booty, behind, backside,bum, buns, bedonkadonk, arse, can, cheeks,hind-end, haunches, heinie, keister, glutes,rump, gluteus maximus (or minimus) tail feather,rear, junk-in-the-trunk,…
Poetry: “Ni Hao to You Too” by Dorothy Chan

A white man says “Ni hao” to meas I wait for my Las Vegas flight.I can’t look at him though he’s now sitting next to me with his ni hao nervesince he thinks he’s so progressivespeaking Mandarin in his hunting outfit but doesn’t he know that anyonewho’s seen a Rosetta Stone commercialor been to EPCOT…
Three Inaugural Poems by jacklyn janeksela

human morality is a distant planet, a fading star from a distance, a bomb-pop is meltingsomeone licks the drippings, but not meand not anyone i know, they swallow like pornstars, hum all the way down ona star-bangled banner, gag on poverty, the heel of bread toughenedlike skins of pigs and patriots and people, yespeople, rather…
Poetry: “As I Play a Drinking Game for the Final Debate, Cheering for Empathy” by Olatunde Osinaike

the rules: take a shot any time either candidate interrupts the other take a shot any time the Donald brings up the wall or yours take a shot every time Trump points to the polls to break them down again takes shot take a shot every time Hillary anxiously chuckles the debate back into one…
Two Poems by Ruth Baumann

In Absentia The hard part is the thickening of bones, the rebuildingwhat only existed ever in a system of impulse say say you want a cigaretteten years later say the elements that bind youto your old self hold the light flick it on easy everythingeverything it says used to come easy once you…
Poetry: “The River Holds the Ghost Ship Through Her Grief” by Amanda Oaks

There’s a sparseness of the tongue / a not-quite-what-I-mean / all of the time, I mean. / b/c it’s a fact / the word is not the thing— / but why? / i’d ask the sky / but it’s only / S-K-Y. … I ask you / how can the universe fit / between /…