Fruit Glory be to the mouth for taste, for dappled buds on tongues adazzle, for wazzle-dazzle flavor, for taste of berries, just picked berries, raspberries filled with juice, juicy fingers, fingers lips, kiss fingers, lips, nips, couple-colored sips. Sweet. Slow. Swift. Slow. Swift. Sweet. Plotted and pierced. Grapes, wine yeast on grapes, grape clusters hanging, … Continue reading
Category Archives: Poetry 2011
Nomad — Hannah Keast
$400 bought my hard-earned silver 1984 BMW with a bullethole. Inside the worn leather paired with the exhaust fumes reeked of adventure. Airbags hadn’t yet been invented by 1984, according to my father; who laughed when I called him one winter night in a ditch by the interstate cradling a headlight. But nonetheless my silver … Continue reading
The Question — Whitney Hu
Every year, at the party, her bejeweled hand of gaudy rings snakes out and grabs me by my upper arm before steering me towards her gaggle of menopausal Chinese women. “You know Chinese now?” One asks and when I shake my head, they start clucking at me. “You go to college?” I nod and they … Continue reading
Old Coat — William Spencer
The setting is inside an old coat that looks like Camus in Paris and smells like a dime cigar and the hint of cheap but adequate wine. Inside the coat is a person, but more importantly two shoulders. Just outside the coat are two hands. The shoulders and hands shake; they don’t have the endurance … Continue reading
Seven Billion Divided by One — Sharon Rose
No más canto, porque lo siento, tu no cantas conmigo este tiempo. Heartless, he strangled the thought between his lips, as if breathless words wouldn’t be heard and somehow justify his aging response to ever-youthful pain: fresh and new and pining for that one thing, that one gene, that one, one, one. But only one? … Continue reading
The Endless Unknown* — Arlene L. Mandell
I stare at an illustration comparing the endless loop of infinity with the tight construction of a paper clip. Once again I resolve to simplify my possessions, throw away something each day—a single sock, a dusty candle, the wrinkled pear in the back of the refrigerator, as if this will somehow help humanity. If I … Continue reading
Reminiscing About Hoffa at the Ivy Rose Motor Inn — D.A. Lockhart
On the upper catwalk, above the radiating black top of the parking lot below, an orange sun slips beneath slow bursts of cloud and is framed by paint caked railings. I watch over fifties, maybe forties, peach walls and patched tar roofs, watch as they give way to the steady sprawl of city as it … Continue reading
Gentlemen — Ahimsa Timoteo Bodhrán
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Stuff of Legend — Tony Tracy
It goes without saying I’m not the first alkie questioning his decision to go on the lamb. Dry days of courage, pills designed to regulate neuro-transmitters have failed miserably. Runner’s high, commitment to counsel’s verbage are what have kept me away, that and pilfered funds, early dispersals of 40 IK, notion that money spent, the … Continue reading
Med Head — Tony Tracy
One world is enough for all of us –The Police To prove to myself I haven’t lost capacity to spring a lark, I sport a stocking cap and leather gloves while clad in running shorts. I declare it’s time to fire up the mower, to oil and gas the old cutter a month past the growing … Continue reading
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