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.
Tag: writing
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 — Judith Amanthis
From the yew-dark wool you pulled
over my eyeball,
knit one, maul one,
you made a beam
ONE POEM — Toby Jackson
But Krakow, why am I in Krakow looking for size eight shoes
following a strolling man with a hand-shaped dent in his hat?
ONE POEM – Greg Jensen
sharp as a thorn.
I held on
to whatever
it had been
at the start of existence,
a stem cell
ONE POEM – Bett Butler
Fruit of fungus
feigner of fauna
fusion of puck and protoplasm
ONE POEM – James Owens
pale sun after rain,
shadows come back shyly—
they’ve been washed
ONE POEM – Aidan Dolbashian
That cow can’t walk. She’s all lame. I won’t touch her hooves.
ONE POEM – William Doreski
Dried for sale, sea stars remind you
that we haven’t seen the Atlantic
breathing heavily along a beach
for a couple of plague-struck years.
Navigating Goodbye – Tyler Plofker
The party is winding down and it’s time to make your exit. You stand in the living room mentally preparing for the torrent of goodbyes you’re now socially obligated to initiate. It is Christmas Eve.