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 most beautiful...
LOVED LETTER by Thea Tomaini
LOVED LETTERBy Thea Tomaini
Loved Letter
A letter sent from a long-lost loverOpened with much hesitation trepidationUnfolding it in thirds and turning it overReveals the paper to be blank.
It mirrors the look on my face in...
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 a chasm;A puzzle I can’t seem...
RUBY THROAT by Jessica Sabo
RUBY THROATBy Jessica Sabo ruby throatsit down she saysmake yourself comfortableput the napkin in your lap / keep your hands folded / sit up straight she sayscross your ankleslift your chinact like you are interestedI...
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 this way or that,
lights to save pedestrians from
stalled vehicles en route
to dump their loads of food,
oil, chairs, desks,...
MIND OF A BOY by Jhier Wells
MIND OF A BOYBy Jhier Wells
Mind of a Boy
When I was a boysummers were waves waitingto carry me to the ocean’s center.When I was a boysummers were trees stretching outits limbs for me to...
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, a thing, an agency, a factor,etc. of unknown identity. X...
RESILIENCE by Andrew Hubbard
RESILIENCEBy Andrew Hubbard
My first name is MarybethMy last name changes about once a decade.
I bought this little log cabinWith a stone-fenced vegetable patchFor a backyard, and startedReading gardening books,Started getting my hands dirtyWith some...
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 – two, nowan interstate billboard,
augments valley viewing.Obvious, but not obnoxious.Enough already! Walkinga third time...
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 we but homelesswith our pawnshop belongings,our...