Poetry

Sickness, by M. Sakran

There’s a sickness,
when someone attaches,
a chemotherapy pump,
to a hole in your chest,
while smiling.

Wonder Wednesday: Dylan Thomas.

Some Wednesdays, we just like to spin some classics. Today, the great Welsh poet Dylan Thomas deserves…

Three New Poems by Julia Horwitz, Cassandra Cervi, and Sara Barnett from Beautiful Losers #1

Denny’s
By Julia Horwitz

– Artesia & Aviation st.
– pull in & slip by
– gas pump & park
– quickly

Three Poems by Tim Gavin

THE ARTIBONITE RIVER

This brown river (splitting a gash in the country from west
To east) is more than a god, for god’s are myths that twists
And plots, unrefined unlike this river running abreast
At high tide and wide unlike a god that dwindles as it slips

Pigtown by Fitz Fitzgerald

finger tap the air
I pick up Destiny
drive her downtown
amid blight & vacants
ruined industries
misspelled beauti
crumbling formstone
Pigtown is ancient Rome
she missed the bus
economy needs repairs
divorced with a kid
her name is Destiny
I thank her for the lift

The Upsell Artist by Frank Mundo

I read somewhere once that, on average, a man thinks
 about sex every seven seconds. That means,
 in the sixty seconds it took me to pay her,
 I thought about it at least eight times.
 
 Once was the white blob of mayonnaise
 on her green polo shirt, just beneath her name…

Two Poems by Tyler J. Edwards

Pops

Hours on a Schwinn, brown bandanna knotted ‘round the handlebars.
 Half a country seen through the glistening eyes of a child, and a 
 whole life thereafter of breaking hearts and turning wrenches. 
 Those once star-like eyes now require a thick…

Spheres of Influence I by Michael Prihoda

for my hometown
 
 when i go home it is to a town
 of made-from-scratch biscuits.
 i have memories of you
 & to prove our humanness
 
 please say you remember me
 & care enough to ask how
 i met my wife beyond
 your confines.
 
 of all the names i…

Glaciers by Cassandra Cervi

(an experimental poem: drawn from Kurt Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse-5, and Hemingway’s Hills Like White Elephants)
 
All this happened,
more or less.
The Lord rained brimstone and fire
upon Sodom and Gomorrah.
Only stones remained.
Like the moon.
 
The line of hills,
they were white…

Rapture of the Deep by Dustin Pickering

His last gesture was to extend his arms out,
 a Christ hopeless to the wreck and fall of his body.
 He wished to show his last sign of hope,
 the deepening thrust of the waters took him undertow.
 
 Some of us wait patiently for death.
 The sea will thicken…