I’m ready for the ritual
where I get crowned a
crone.
Tag: poet
TWO POEMS – Paul McCarrick
The moon will not go down again,
street lights will be on forever and drive
electricity bills into walls with no seatbelts
ONE POEM – Anna Nightingale
when a father is a control bar
made of wood
and the strings snap
the puppets fall
TWO POEMS – Nick Chlopicki
the future is ready for
our, now available,
technological improvement
ONE POEM – María Paula Currás
I’m a mess
A profaner of tombs
Devoted to graves
Except mine.
ONE POEM – Yessica Klein
we kiss good-bye;
I wait for the kettle to boil. I am
happily waiting.
TWO POEMS – Steve Denehan
Pieces of me are escaping
through the pores
in the skin
of this room
ONE POEM – Lizz K
I sleep on the left side of the bed
so you can be on the right
the soft drum of your snore
signaling peaceful dreams
making me smile
TWO POEMS – André Osório
From prawn to prawn
the rib dries
unbleached,
aching this unbaked line:
ONE POEM – Ada Pelonia
yesterday blew
like a wind
ONE POEM – Freya Zhang
You know the opposite of moonlight is a nest woven by darkness,
and you know your heart is a place where people ache,
where people no longer feed their birds on fire.
ONE POEM – Nora Selmani
what it would be like to be a skeleton.
what would happen if each dermal layer melted into the air
& my red stop light flesh went with it
without so much as a snap, crackle or pop?
