Poetry
In the Garden of So-Called Eden
by Suzanne Lummis
The Perfect Man
(A Nursery Story)
For the men who’ve asked me,
Why isn’t there a perfect man
in any of your plays?
He’s lone More...
Going Back to the World
by Tony Magistrale
Alone Musing in Front of the Barnes & Noble Magazine Rack
Ten below zero, my world colder than Juneau,
reduced to solid blocks of white & gray;
who can blame a man coughing at the bottom of January
desperate for change & some color, who finds himself
slightly eroticized despite heavy layers of clothing,
his heart blossoming amon More...
Words by Mother and Daughter
by Barbara Rothstein and Carolyn Ziel
In honor of Mother's Day.
You'll Always Be My Baby
by Barbara Rothstein
It was Sunday. Carolyn arrived at 9:06 a.m.
I had given birth to a beautiful, healthy, baby girl.
At first, as I held her in my arms, I felt relief, an overpowering love,
a primal connection; she was part of me.
And then I felt the smothering responsibility that More...
Noble Animals
by Dave Newman
Bar Dreams
A man who drank Bud drafts at the Irwin Hotel
said
in all sad seriousness
“Kid, I ought to buy me a bar”
then mooched a dollar bill from my pile.
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Pig
-for Neal
Pig, I writ More...
sometimes the poem
by John Yamrus
when i die,
do
me
a
favor
and
do
not
write
R.I.P.
on
the
rear
window
of
your
car.
………………………………………………………………………
sometimes
the
poem
asks
to not
be
written.
it’s
there,
but
i
respect
its
silence.
……………………………… More...
What We Poets Do
by Chanel Brenner
July 28TH, 2012
It’s Riley’s second birthday,
without us.
He would have been
eight.
Instead of dead.
Instead of chalk dust.
Instead of oysterless chips of pearls.
Instead of a giant,
insatiable pit.
Instead of a collage of photos
and cutout red crayoned hearts.
Instead of our tears.
Instead of a vanilla birthday cake
bejeweled w More...
Finite Days
by Gerald Locklin
Summertime, (Revisited)
I could study this canvas every day
And write a different poem from it.
Today’s is about the daring exposure
Of her nipples and thighs
And even the red thatch between the latter
Through the airy thinness of her sundress.
Hopper’s blue is often almost white.
Her posture and her parted lips
Declare our unbow More...
Screen Names
by Adesh Kaur
SCREEN NAME: CREA8IVE
This is an insignificant poem. I went on
a date, in a restaurant on the boulevard
not far from my apartment. The man
across the table made an effort to ask
the great questions of life while I chewed
my falafel. I wished my kids would call.
After years of love, I emptied out my pocket
into the garbage, did the laundry More...
Crossroads
by Judi Kaufman
Judi Kaufman Had a Set Back
Whale watcher, river monster, some things I used to love
I was a custom fan grower, pit bulls and paradise
Under butterfly carpets
Alligator kids, hoodie, poodles are people
Wheaton terrier pub, barbeque
Judi Kaufman had a set back
Tyrannosaurus Rex, I wore his hat to the royal wedding
My God I’m beautiful, h More...
ISIS SYZYGY: Reunion in Père-Lachaise
by Paul Rogov
For Andreea Mocanu
I rage towards you, on moonlit field—subsumed by downy flake;
In blizzard of sinless mastery, whose flecks from you I take.
Peppered, lean and swift---O, Syzygy with gleamed-neck of dying swan!
I shred papyrus for our rebirth, before More...
