Poetry

Poem – Mud Intimate (By Tricia Knoll))

Mud Intimate I plunge my fingers in mud and sculpt a twig spine, line of dirt deep massage for all the hurt sluiced through river banks and muck. I tickle the cherry tree root so its limbs can feel a ...

Poem – Better At The Worst (By Ndifreke George)

BETTER AT THE WORST She wrapped herself all in one rough piece Away from the universe filled with cruel voices Beautiful demons and charming dark angels Smiling their deadly fangs Her heart is plagued With endless slaps and stabs Scorched ...

Poem – Enigma (By Elaine Nadal)

Enigma - By Elaine Nadal   The bells tolled. I heard them. S          l           o          w         l           y LOUDER Numbing my body. Obscuring my vision. Searching for color in my subconscious... I found images: games, gatherings, horse rides-- artifices sufficing ...

Poem – In The World (By JD DeHart)

In the World I’m tired of the high-minded voices I know talking about not being of the world. Like, what does that really mean?  I’m the substance of this known universe. I have dirt under my nails.  I eat from ...

Poem – Martha and Mel Wait for the Elevator (By Donal Mahoney)

I died from a rattlesnake bite and found myself in line with other zombies in front of a bank  of elevators, the doors opening  and closing as if by metronome.   Every time a door opened a voice called the names of 12 zombies who ...

Poem – Outsiders (By Robert Beveridge)

Outsiders The Club sits in the back in the middle talks over old times it's an amoeba that splits every once in a while pieces go off to New York or Indianapolis but always pull back together up here a ...

Poem – Oddfellow (By Donal Mahoney)

Homer’s never owned a gun, thinks they should be banned along with bombs and missiles.   Doesn’t need them in the river that flows between his mind and his emotions   where every now and then he pushes someone in  for ...

Poem – Quality Control (By Chanacee Ruth-Killgore)

Quality Control By Chanacee Ruth-Killgore This, not that. No, the other way. Fix it! Turn it around; make it the same. Shh... don't speak! Don't question or think. Remember, conformity is the name of the game ...

Poem – A Sisyphus Moment (By Donal Mahoney)

A Sisyphus Moment   There’s a force that makes  a boulder hard to push up a hill.  And there’s always a boulder  and always a hill when it comes to   helping the poor find something  to eat, somewhere to live, a job they ...

Poem – Restless in holidays (By Narges Rothermel)

Restless in holidays Trace of white frost on green grass, red ribbons on the fences, menorahs on the lawns, red, green, and silver lights on pine trees manmade icicles on front eaves It is that time of the year again ...