Archive for Concrete

1. THE HOUR GLASS • by Jamie Elliott Keith 10 Comments

    
   Once animal matter or sea creature’s crusty home
   These tiny bits of geological history
   Spill through my grasp so quickly
   I cannot count the number
   How swiftly they slide
   I snatch
   I clutch
   They slip away
   Pouring past the slick sides
   Ground down by water, wind and time
   Over humanly transmuted curves of themselves
   And pile like visible ticks, hours, days, years, lives.

    

   Jamie Elliott Keith makes [...]

   Concrete, Literary
   
   

2. THE CLOSE OF THE DOOR • by Brian Edward Bahr 6 Comments

    
       phone
       rings
   chatter
    and
          laughter
      dancing 
           already
   rattle
       of
                         clothes
                    hangers
   rustling                        fabric
    zip
      of a             dress
   squirt
    of the                          sink
    
           drip
                      drip
    
          thud
    
   clatter 
      on                                         tile
   brush
   sweep
   smooth
    
                       dab
   high heeled
   clicks
    across                                                 hardwood
    the
   close
    of the                                       door
    
    
    

    

   Brian Edward Bahr lives in the woods [...]

   Concrete, Literary
   
   

3. FISH • by Amy Corbin 12 Comments

   Fish
    lie belly-up; inert
   and very  gloomy. Drowned
    bloated  vermin  float  atop. Wrap-
   pers and trash hover in filmy brown
     water. A rainbow slick glazes the mucky
    bay. On and off the water-taxi we go. 
   Ravenous,  our  minds  shift  to 
   thoughts of pizza, wings, and
      nachos. Grateful, we 
   are  for  the
    beauti-
   ful
   sunny day.
    The sign reads,
    “Waterfront Revival Complete.”
    

   Amy Corbin has been previously published in filling Station, The Cynic, Ascent Aspirations, [...]

   Concrete, Nature, Poems
   
   

4. GRAVESTONES • by T.J. McIntyre 6 Comments

   these
   things make no
   sense sometimes it’s
   just things happen and then
   you die and no one knows why not
   a single soul it takes the breath out
   of you and leaves you gasping on a
   search for meaning in a seemingly
   meaningless world that is full up of
   tombstones dirt death worms and
   perhaps silent promises of rebirth
   T.J. McIntyre writes from his home in [...]

   Concrete, Literary, Poems
   
   

5. BLUE CHRISTMAS • by Mark Dalligan 11 Comments

   A
   log fire
   burning, presents
   wrapped, snowflakes falling.
   Dickensian background to the
   opening of our Christmas Schnapps.
   Glasses clinking, laughter flowing, choirs
   singing. I sit quietly, sipping fine kirshwasser.
   Your stinging absence, a brake on the ancient engine of
   festivity.
   Mark Dalligan works in the City and only by subjugating his besuited self is he able to free the Muse. He does this with varying [...]

   Concrete, Holiday/Occasion, Poems