THE DRINKING POEM by Jesse Domingos
THE DRINKING POEMby Jesse Domingos
What’s In a Name
Who was he?The man I am named after, Jesse.A king, a warrior?No,
A shepherd with seven children.What happen to your sons? Of your daughters?Were you there as they...
SAVE FACE by Marissa Lucatorto
SAVE FACEby Marissa Lucatorto
YouYouYou who invade my dreamsAttack my mindEnrage my spiritYouWho comes to meWhen it is darkWhen no one else is aroundWhen everything is quiet, silent, stillYouWho make me think terrible thoughtsMake me...
BELLE VOIR by Marc Carver
BELLE VOIRby Marc Carver
BELLE VOIR
As we sat in the restaurantone of the woman who worked in the restaurant cameand sat opposite me for a meetingI could see her open legs under the tablealmost to...
WHO IS SHE? by Magdalena Garcia
WHO IS SHE?by Magdalena Garcia
Who Is She
Don’t you see that she doesn’t care about you like me but still you love her more than me, how could that be?She shows you no love in...
NIGHT: A VISION by Christien Gholson
NIGHT: A VISIONby Christien Gholson
Transubstantiation
1.
Who owns the note to the house? CitiMortgage owns the note. No, it's Freddie Mac. Trace the note through the ether and you'll find it's probably in a cloud on...
ELVIS by Gayle Compton
ELVISby Gayle Compton
Elvis
The whole world's gone crazy!Gone hog wild over Elvis Presley and thatold sinful rock and roll!Daddy slams his big coal miner's fiston the supper tablesloshing red rot Krogers Spotlight coffeeall over Mother's...
IN A PORTUGUESE FIELD by George Moore
IN A PORTUGUESE FIELDby George Moore
In a Portuguese Field
A dolmen by abandoned railsthat cross this terrible, empty fieldin lower Europe, and the gravetoppled sometime in the first centuryand near the rusted tracksstill ringing with...
YOU HAD ME AT GOODBYE by Alan Berger
YOU HAD ME AT GOODBYEby Alan Berger
All the things you left behind.Your toothbrush, your pillow, where you would rest your restless mind.The book you wrote and read out loud.The way you couldn’t blend in...
SAND CRABS by Melinda Giordano
SAND CRABSby Melinda Giordano
Sand Crabs
The salt-sparkled sandDrummed with lifeBeneath the yielding crust.And the caverns and tunnels,Blind and subterranean,Hid from the inconvenient seaThat drew closer With untimely precocious tides.A persistent visitor,It crashed and pounded with a...
GUITAR STATUE by Helen Hagemann
GUITAR STATUEby Helen Hagemann
Guitar Statue
A dark grey, a very dark grey, quite dark it is almost black. This statue is a composition not for practice. Ordinarily, a guitar would stand in a better place,...