we revered those rake-limbed lads
on the slot machines
as though they were gods,
not fishermen’s lads.
Tag: poem
ONE POEM – Srinjay Chakravarti
It will not miss
a trick—
or treat.
Its bulging eyeballs
on a roll,
it makes an advance
and then stops.
ONE POEM – Constance von Igel
Brazil has 27 administrative regions, and we found
The strongest evidence of your ancestry,
In the following 10 regions.
ONE POEM – Sofia Lyall
I find the roots of an oak (dead, upturned, twisted)
and am left more disoriented than before.
ONE POEM – Kira Scott
these are the tears that we cannot shed
as we comment on the beauty of the glen and
how wonderful it must have been to live in such a place.
TWO POEMS – Tim Kiely
the cake is made of Walthamstow
a dense and glutinous Walthamstow
we are going to make Walthamstow
a Titanic success for Walthamstow
ONE POEM – Claire Sosienski Smith
paring knife, won’t use it to make
the pierogi. The potato goes
soft in the microwave,
the onion falls apart
and fries itself.
ONE POEM – Noemi Gunea
I wanted you so much
I started making things up
ONE POEM – Hideko Sueoka
Bright rays reflect, shape, shake her portrait on the water skin
and it’s broken, burnt, soon gone.
ONE POEM – Bernadette Gallagher
Get some hens
dig up the garden
sow and plant.
ONE POEM — Judith Amanthis
From the yew-dark wool you pulled
over my eyeball,
knit one, maul one,
you made a beam
ONE POEM — Matthew Moniz
But Jesus never saved the birds. A bird
has never sinned. They have no need for grace,
salvation, guilt, contrition, holy words,