Poetry Posts

Rows of arcade games

Restroom Visit

by Russell Rowland Sketchy is the restroomin this ramshackle arcade—almosta closet, dark—still, she has to go.Granddaughter, eight, insistsGrampy accompany her. I do— softened at her own wayof being those years young, her faiththat an elder man, retired,unremarkable, divorced, can causethe world to seem a safer place. Once we’re both inside,…

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View of a sunrise through a curtained window

The Urge to Sleep In

by Amanda Valerie Judd Despite its reputationas an early riser,I imagine there must be days,at least one or two,when even the Sunyawns in protestat the hourit must open the curtainson another morning.

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Path leading to a table in a garden of pink and red flowers

In the Garden

by Marah McCarty she is quiet within her skin,although there is no definition for demureness in the Garden.she does not need to be courageous,feel the adversity which make women stagnate toGod’s greater plan.she is supple and pink,a canvas of the most impractical womanand mankind’s most perfect.he is robust, with large…

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Person holding a mug sitting at a table with a plate of breakfast

One o’Clock, Two o’Clock

by DS Maolalai little to say to eachother this morning.the woman who will bemy wife sips her coffee,eats toast, eats a pieceof fried egg off a fork.I shovel a mess from my plate,fold a badly madesandwich, falling apartlike the buildings outside.but for now it’s stillfunctional – I get it upinto…

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Empty field with a mountain in the distance

Brother Juxtaposition

by T.W. Strawhouse Hello all, I knowthis email will probably be as hard to read as it was to write2 A disturbed field, the dirt upturned by plowleft to be, sun-bleached, and its nitrogen depleted is an open invitationfor ragweed, Lespedeza, and thorn-skinned scatters of invasive Bradford pears3 – Using…

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Teapot beside two teacups and a vase of flowers

A Conversation with My Killer

by Marah McCarty My paradigm shifted to accommodate you.You have been a ghost all this time, never caught, never taunted, filling the pages of anthropology portfolios, flat-field lands of headstones.You give no referendums before your decisions. Yet, no one can enact revenge upon you. There is nothing of yours that…

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Sofa with pillows

The Sofa

by DS Maolalai working together, all threein tandem, particularwith slow careful movement.we carry it properly,held high from the ground,with the legs at hip-levelto swivel. it’s beena good sofa, I think – many thingshappened here and still,it’s quite comfortable.my first time getting ridof an object which works. my legs nearly go…

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Rustic bar table top in a small town restaurant

Lottery

by Robert Beveridge The dirt hard-packed, the eggs over-easy,the main street as deserted as ever.It’s a quiet place most of the time,more sawgrass than charlatan. Strongcoffee and redeye, and we’re allin between beauticians, eventhe beautician. Hank down the generalsells uniforms out the sideif you know the password, ice creamonly to…

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Sunrise over trees and mountains

If Ever I Begin to Forget

by Robert Larkin I’ve decided to flowNorth and notReturn The sun risesOver my right shoulderAs the beatingOf hearts and wings slipPast overhead It’s coldAnd quite welcomingNowJust a few moreMiles until ICan rest The hills will remain quietFor some time

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