Category «Poems»

Unforgiven-Dean Gessie

I want to tell my wife I love her with maxillary extraction forceps yank all those teeth like shorn ewes in the Song of Solomon replace them with faux sexy bridges to elder care I want to whack those singsong scrolls hung like winking dirty laundry until all the Hebrew consonants fall thrust vowels like …

Love is a bird, Carmen-Lindz McLeod

Love is a bird, Carmen; the downy adolescence of demoiselles shed Over mottled roads in the Khyber pass. A wet and foolish mouth caught trawling by flouncing candied plumage. Pierced by the beak of the hoopoe espada ropera while the bull stamps and snorts and the eye of the crowd is not on you, for …

Modern Mistress of the Moon-Candice Rankin

My Persians’ eyes are nothing like a doe; Bitter like coffee they stain my face, glare; The center of her face: a beak, not nose; Brushing high cheeks and black hairs speak. Compare? Pale like milk her body sticks to my life, Her voice twirls like burlap and smoke, it crests To place that promise, …

North To Searchlight, Las Vegas-Bella Pori

New girl leans on sticky country tabletop bars and wonders why she ever thought there would be more for her. Eight songs in to a never ending set she tries to croon the way they leer, but can’t match it. Some of them men who come with their clean boots and too big trucks they …

Deserving- Joann Cohen

Mother my poetry belongs to you You grew me in your sacred body You nurtured me in a world of chaos You taught me manners and how to take care of myself All while sacrificing your very own dreams of becoming your dream Where do I begin to say Thank you? How do I honor …

Postcard 12-Corey Ruzicano

i have this picture in my head from a few years ago                      just a few frames                      just a snatch of maybe seven seconds of you standing to greet me from the table of some tiny thai restaurant and the light from telegraph avenue fills your whole face with the …

Vagabond Boys-Starr Williams

If absence makes the heart grow fonder, it makes me question the heart. There is a difference, after all, between iced tea and fresh; There is a difference between metaphor and nervous words. Memory and moment. Maybe that’s why I love myself more now. You thought this would be about you, didn’t you? (You wouldn’t, …

Moments Before Death- Matthew Stegman

A bell is going to ring, old and rusty, it chimes a song you only hear once, and then it fades into obscurity. This is self-transcendence, without knowing where you’re going. Half of it is trusting the destination knows you’re coming. The other half is timing. Wouldn’t it be embarrasing to show up, and no …

Broken-Karran Finlay

Shards of glass held together with glitter school glue, still cut and fall apart when they’re broken from the start.   KARRAN FINLAY Karran Finlay was born and raised in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. Her career in marketing and communications moved her to several major cities throughout Canada. In 2017, she moved back to Edmonton, where she …

The Boy And The Demon-Ryan K. Rusell

The Boy and The Demon I fed the boy to the demon. Crown first the way his mother bore him. The monster was more teeth than jaw. Yellow eyes, slit, like that of a serpent. Broad nose, pointed ears. He danced on four legs like that of a stead. Claws the size of pitch forks. …