By: Gale Acuff dead that it won't matter to me, there's no death if you're dead already, I'm counting on it and want to live forever but...

By: Russell Willis Jars of green glass looking old and thereby antique (or merely nostalgic)? meant to hide biological remnants of live...

By: Alyssa Tanafranca I am a complete gorgeous forest Composed of clumps of trees and wildflowers and bushes and rough shrubs Together...

By: Marco Etheridge Atlas shrugs a solipsistic shoulder at the notion come unbidden from another and thus suspect, beyond pale, past seal...

By: Benjamin Rose Where is the amber light of Spring? Where is the Winter ice undone? They have passed into shadow Like pollen reft from...

By: Gordon Taylor Estrangement Effect Our world celebrates action but my legs are inert as neon numb parallelogram in front of filthy...

By: Jessica Sabo I wrote another one about you – rainwater flooding a low-lying city, how a radiator sizzles when caressed by wet hands –...

By: Marianne Lyon Praise wild passion fiery longings raging songs unsung free lurking hesitation curious compulsion ignite the...

By: Trina Gaynon Mornings like these, I open Every portal to fresh air and birdsong, The clanging of the trains too distant To reach me...

By: William Heath Rimbaud in Abyssinia Rimbaud writes all his poetry before twenty. His secret way to illuminate unknown worlds the...

By: Fasasi Abdulrosheed Oladipupo Your father's father; our lord, our colonizer; old owl with barrel and telescope. Your pope; my teacher...

By: Rebecca Thrush make my lemon water so sweet and tempered like a tiny drop of oiled essence into a murky ocean gentle white strands...

By: Syd Shaw Gloss The house shines as if new-born, delivered by the sky. Once, you fell over each word; now you nod off on the sofa,...

By: Patrick Meeds I love how a familiar word becomes strange when you repeat it over and over. Try it. Say your favorite word over and...

By: Alexandra Green Together we are in the ground pulling on each other to reach the sun soaking in the sun choked by the other choking...

By: Sujash Purna bereft of memories, there’s a soul patch, the redhead woman swings her body to the breaking glass rhythm, a festered...

By: Ellen Skilton Yesterday's Thunderclap Looked at Me with Awe My toddling daughter spoke in sentences before words – the intonations...

By: Paul Iasevoli Tonight I learned a new term on the Nightly News as the words “concertina wire” crawled above pixelated pictures of...

By: Erica Hoffmeister Creationism Theory In Sunday School, I was taught of the point of creation. In the week the world was built, god...

By: Yvonne Morris People aren’t cups, flasks, barrels of goodness. They aren’t a pocketful, plateful, or planeload of malice. Neither are...

By: Kate Kearns Poem Without Glasses On These words are stand-ins for themselves, imprecise letters made from muscle memory, like a meal...

By: Jean Passarelli Last autumn was our undoing - a cumulonimbus of fluffy tops and dark bottoms that hit me right in the sky, with a...

By: M. Ocampo McIvor Under fading stars, the dark of night receding, I drink in the setting strawberry moon and toast the newborn day. A...

By: Anita Nahal Of in-law daughters and mothers And so Draupadi’s bridal sari was ensconced in a monsoon drizzle of wishful sequins that...