soon to depart

0

Face The Dirt

0

Words

Small Window

0
I discern a tiny space in one of fifteen minutes; two days later, I deduce which one, approach it and peer inside (can’t tell whether it’s bright or dark), hoping to glimpse a poem — or the closest edge of one. Jethro McClellan was born in Boston, moved out West before he turned five, and has called Boulder home for most of his life....

If I could fight

0
Dear diary, I felt a new emotion after weeks on end of nothing but fatigue; it was hatred for the human race It's been getting worse after coming so...

Tree in Winter

0
You will be here again. Your eyes closed in brightening light from a window, open in winter. Magenta blooms lidded, your forehead held by a shoulder put forward...

Americans are returning to their rituals

0
pack your emergency go-bags, fireand flood are riding the waveof optimism don’t forget the iodine! Anne Waldmansays, we’re taking off our sweatersAndrew Schelling says—the poetsundressing, the climate...

My story

0
I wonder why it is by all accounts that what I’ve arranged is as yet fixedwhen night makes up for lost time with me.Now...

Excerpt from Postscript #29

0
There have been more baby ghosts lately with few fit for heaven. The air in the room is toxic. The government feels threatened thinks...

Watermark

0
When I leftYou remainedA watermark Those who know meWho see right through meSee you in me Paul Rogers is a writer, stepdad and punk rock bassist...

The Gift Inside

0
Surprisingly dominant the hard world — flags and batons, limos and air-conditioners, mounted mooseheads, bullets. Our soft bodyshells must conform or be shed. Yet the totems within our heads are not lampposts without lamps. Nothing the...

Things change

0
Things change, always. You wrote this in my yearbook. I stumbled upon it last week. In the heart of the fire is a cheap...

The Rocking Chair Song

0
Be aware of the midnight knock, the one that sends you breathless out under moth veiled streetlights, no time to grab a toothbrush or...

CONCRETE BOREDOM

0
My heart beats change to a speed I can’t endure.There is only one cure;return to a rustic life with nature,free from this jungle lunacy...

Sonnet 45

0
the lyrics go something like yeah, yeah, yeah while the drum goes chitch underwater cunk cunk and the singer goes yeah babe yeah yeah yeah then electric...