Archive for Poems

1. WINTER LOVE • by Waldy Ens No Comments

    

   white snow crunches under black boots hunched against
   harsh face-biting wind in the late dawn of early winter
   everything zips up into itself and closes shop pulls down
   shutters dries like a raisined grape in the cruel air of
   December and our breath escapes in bursts of white fog
   rises and dissipates until it becomes [...]

   Literary
   
   

2. THE STILLED WHEEL • by Jeff Jeppesen 6 Comments

    
   In a park in a Russian town,
   close to where an accident happened, stands
   a Ferris wheel that has not turned in many years.
   Candy colored paint is flaking but still bright.
   Most of the wheel’s hundreds of bulbs are unbroken
   though unlit.
   A park like this should never be so quiet.
   And despite what you may have heard, when the sun [...]

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3. WHEN FIRE TURNS TO ICE • by J. Clayton L. Jones 2 Comments

   I remember the Frost poem, the anecdote about
   when the astronomy professor came up to him
       at the faculty mixer, he in his awkwardness trying
   desperately to make conversation: Al Gore on 30 Rock
              smoking cigarettes without filters in the southland where it
                      never gets this cold or during the winter we’ve never sweat
             frozen bullets before [...]

   Other
   
   

4. NAKED MEMORY • by Jenny Schwartz 15 Comments

   Time has worn naked the memory of him,
   taken his lies into its keeping
   and left exposed the insecurities
   that I had not the life to see, not then.
   He walked without belief in gravity,
   upsidedown with his hands open, feet bare.
   Don’t know when youth died, when I saw the man
   I could have loved, had I the courage.
   He crumbled into [...]

   Literary
   
   

5. LULLA-BA • by Josephine Orta 8 Comments

    

    
    
   Rock a banana
   On a green stalk
   When the wind blows
   They sway and they rock
   When the bough breaks
   Tarantulas fall
   Let’s move baby’s cradle
   Away from the wall
    

   Josephine Orta lives in San Antonio, TX with her husband and medicine cat Peep. She does website technical support during the day and free-form research at all hours. Her internal artist is [...]

   Horror, Humour/Satire
   
   

6. GOD'S WORK • by Ben Langhinrichs 11 Comments

   We wake before the break of dawn,
   Just grab some coffee; head on out
   And toil until the daylight’s gone.
   Each day we face what is foregone,
   Some days fight floods, and others drought
   We wake before the break of dawn.
   Though strong young men, we ache and yawn.
   Rough fists must rub the tired out,
   And toil until the daylight’s gone.
   Come Sunday, [...]

   Inspirational
   
   

7. MARKET, CLOSING TIME • by Darcy McMurtery 11 Comments

   Those Early Girls, piled upon tables,
   pert pyramids of cheerleaders
   vied for my  attention, shining in
   the too- bright glare of compact fluorescents.
    
   My fingers trailed over their
   ripe roundness and I squeezed a few
   toward points of pain,
   plucking the best for my basket
   before last call, closing time,
   and ambled up to the cashier,
   who eyed the remaining customers
   with practiced [...]

   Literary
   
   

8. TURN • by derenz 6 Comments

    
   in autumn,
   where foot-fall
   and hoof-fall
   once dented the soil,
   a verge is moulded
   by the tread of tyres
   destined
   to be squeezed
   between vessels
   of steel and trestles
   of wood.
    
   A fortress of crates
   attend at a gate,
   as a mechanical
   harvester -
   with skirts and belts
   that shoogle
   and sort -
   grubs spuds
   from shawless
   plants, where
   tattie-howkers
   once finger-picked
   stents, joked
   and sang, ran
   from the man
   from the buroo,
   ignored sore
   backs, and earth
   caked skin,
   to heave themselves
   and their spoils,
   up [...]

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9. AN ILL KEPT TENAMENT • by L R Humphries 21 Comments

    
   His moist lips purse to kiss the amber rain,
   and catch the final seeping of its deluge,
   as gilded fragments of a winter’s sun,
   that glimmer through the darkness of the day.
   And as he steals along the nectar tarn,
   his eyes pause upon a square of shade;
   where, through the haze of a pale blue smoke,
   her outline taunts the concord [...]

   Surreal
   
   

10. BED OF TEARS • by Amy Corbin 19 Comments

     
    I had always been afraid of what giving me “something 
    to cry about” would feel like.  Like soap wedged between  
    clenched teeth wasn’t a good enough reason.  Reason could  
    have been his belt.  Belt thrashing my scrawny legs.  
     
    It was true what he’d said about pain. Pain was seeing
    that note on the door “evicted”.  Evicted [...]

    Other, Relationships
    
    

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