I SLAM RHYMES by Jamie Gibbons
I SLAM RHYMES
Cocoons hangCaterpillars crawlButterflies have wingsYet I'm floor boundI'm forced to walkJamie curves words like they're baseballsThey're coming faster than gale force nineLadies and gentlemenDistressed Butterfly presents his rhymesRunnin on crooked tracks, I...
THREE ZEN DADA POEMS by H.A. Sappho
HIDEOUS WINNERS
Stray bits of grammar peck at the skyAlgae with red snouts wins the next track meetSea foam and plastic comply with the new climate’s directivesA revised global contract is signed between tidelines and...
PARIS PARK, OCTOBER by Laurel Benjamin
The blue moss sings a song of its ownwith a line from Toi Derricotte’s poem “I give into an old desire”
I’ve lost so much distracted by hungerfor blue petals serrated and segmenteda fur coat...
MORNINGS by Alan Massey
This Man
He takes aluminum cans from the neighbor’s trash, limps off and walks his bikedown this late morning road, down to the next homewhere he hunches down into the green bin, lifts himself back...
BIRTHING A POEM by Emalisa Rose
Birthing a poem
Two on the high wirein exchanging of songery.
They’re rising the sky withthe voice of the ancients, inthis ritual reverie.
He bows and she curtseysthrough the cloud’s choreography.
Somehow, this Saturdayon the wings of the...
THE GIFT THAT FALLS FROM THE SKY by Mikal Wix
Absinthe, the Serpent
He watched her diefrom the back pew highon absinthe and rye.
Her face was bitten twiceby a rattlesnakeheavywith length and scale.
Maybe it was her perfumeor the preacher’s breaththat provoked the strikes.
She watched him...
GOLD TREES by Carrie Magness Radna
Gold trees
Remembering you,I paint treesthat haunt my dreams—the golden light shines
No one can hold ontothe sunset forever,or recapturethe Holy Grail;
the trail of immortalityis long dead—family secretsare found at the stump
of the enchanted tree,now hundreds...
THE KING’S SPEECH by Bernadette Dickenson
THE KING’S SPEECH
The boat skips over the breaking wavesracing to the sighting of the waterspoutand the waving fin
whales diving deep into the sealifting their heavinesswith splendor and majesty
the leader swims to the boathe is...
NOT TO BE BLUE by Diana Raab
Not to be Blue
The day starts anewits murmurs are all truethis early pandemic sunrisetowers above our chaotic world.and brings bouquets of fresh flowers.
In a snap, the sun quickly setsand we fall asleep free of...