THE NAMELESS by Lisa Zaran
THE NAMELESSBy Lisa Zaran
The NamelessWho are we but immigrants too.Who are we but a lost Country.Who are we but tin blind, partially broken,desperado’s too are we not.Who are...
PROLONGING by William Snyder
PROLONGINGBy William Snyder PROLONGINGShe told me towait a little while.I said okay,I’ll wait outside.Ry Cooder, JoniMitchell, somebodyin Chains—they play and play.I slept last nightin the hollow comfortof the downstairs couch.Alone.I asked herto come...
AMERICA by Ken W. Simpson
AMERICABy Ken W. Simpson
File number thirty-eight
America
The land of the freea paradoxwhere hypocriteswithout ethicsor moral principlesembraced by hateare programmedto cheat the...
HIS HAND by Amelia Abdullah
HIS HANDBy Amelia Abdullah Dear mama,MamaThe first word of love to ever leave my lipsThe strongest name to call a womanThe hardest job to take onThe mightiest soldier to ever walk the planetThe...
REFLECTION by Louise Lever
REFLECTIONBy Louise Lever
Reflection
The blended-up shocking-pink skinsOf a handful of frozen cranberries from the USA mixedWith a frozen skinless banana driesOn the sides of my...
BABY POEM by C.H. Coleman
BABY POEMBy C.H. Coleman
Naughty
Feel delicious? Okay!“Decadent,” say it,think: herding happinessisn’t always enjoyable.
One button too far ona billowy blouse revealsenough already...
ONION by Amanda Leigh
ONIONBy Amanda Leigh
OnionIf I peel off your layers like an onion,Will I find the ripe in you?Are you somewhere down under,Holding an abeyance of the truth?Your mind is...
THE LOVE OF LATIN by Howard Sage
THE LOVE OF LATINBy Howard Sage
Amidst the cost of all
that encompasses the
blankiverse these days,
tolls to pass...
ODE TO MADAM CURIE by Bray McDonald
ODE TO MADAM CURIEBy Bray McDonald
Ode to Madam Curie
Whyfinds no comfortin reason.
Shoutingdoesn’t help.Beggingbecomes a fierce round eggfree to ponder.
THE PERFECT POEM by JR Solonche
THE PERFECT POEMBy JR Solonche
SONNET X
X is the first letter of the fewest words, onereason why X is my favorite letter.X is a person,...