Archive for Prose Poem

1. WHILE I WAS GETTING LOST UNDER BLOOMING APPLE TREES, • by Lily Donnelly 6 Comments

   I saw Salvation (blue eyes seared into my memory) and he was a brilliance of energy caught in desperate beautiful explosion off the walls and out the chimney with his all-encompassing electrifying need to live, crashing through the ceiling breaking the doors down and turning the sky inside out with jealousy, cup raised pupils dilated [...]

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2. WHAT IT WAS LIKE • by Pauline Mason 10 Comments

   Then, I don’t remember having looked up at the sky much.  The memory is grey and rain filled, the fresh-heavy-quick, the sticky-damp-thick. It had to have been blue sometimes. The summers when we ate lunch in the seedless park. Skirts pulled up the knee, shirts opened, sandals cast aside. Lying on our backs, shut eyed.  [...]

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3. CRUEL DETAILS • a prose poem by Mark Charles 12 Comments

   It seemed to me that detail is governed with a prudish jurisdiction. If you’re not going to give me all of it, then I’ll have none of it. That’s the way I felt last spring.  What is the point of sharing your moment of clarity in the jungle or recounting your unbridled grief in the [...]

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