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By: Tandem today’s the day I’m supposed to be working but I’m watching Netflix instead writing silly poems I wish could be read in a smoky sometimes sarcastic voice.

Poetry

By: Tandem here lies the poet you once knew, now the verse is closed while living the poet gave us rhymes, words to drape around our cold shoulders now we must bring flowers and a few lines of our own.

Poetry

By: J Ash Gamble Yes, I swerved to miss the oncoming traffic of confusion hitting a pot hole of guilt on the old country road I went careening around a blind corner, having to slam on the breaks, the slow-moving vehicle…

Poetry

By: Roger Still Beware the word with its hidden sinister violence Beware the suggestion the utterance the manipulative syllable A site of language production, blocks and shards of meaning falling from the sky threatening to bash us.

Poetry

By: Roger Still she’s a figure in rags who holds the house together arms stretched around this world we hold dear she’s the one who held us together in raging flood night and cooled the licking flames of destroyers the one…

Poetry

By: Russ Cope I tell them I don’t mean to pry, but then get my hands full in, open up what was closed, exposing the darkness inside, always disillusioned with what I find. *** Russ Cope used to be a custodian….

Poetry

By: JD DeHart Not sure why he spells his name with two m’s sometimes. Maybe it’s just been that long. You can tell by the way he sniffs the day, it’s not all good here. He wants you to think…

Poetry

By: Anca-Mihaela Bruma Your pastel sunsets incandescently intertwine my velvet dreams, and my verbs know how to whisper gallantly your prepositions. I have even learnt to have fluency in your body language, inhaling your line breaks, structuring the sentence of our…

Poetry

By: HR Creel under this tree I learned that I am no hunter watching the men in my family kill, spill blood, put food on the proverbial table I learned that I am a gatherer or singer or near-sighted bard.

Poetry

By: HR Creel we put the dying to rest, laying eyes or coins on their eyes sending them on a grand voyage never thinking we should follow them.