Cassie Lewis – My poems
Cassie Lewis My poems My poems are this gap between my feet My poems are the space between my arm and my side My poems …
"Poetry begins and ends with a rhyme." (D. Rudoy)
Cassie Lewis My poems My poems are this gap between my feet My poems are the space between my arm and my side My poems …
Majena Mafe from any writing annie oakley Of all the things was there, there was never any writing. There was lots of never’s evers but …
Diana Magallón 2 Poems La Toilette Du Bradbury bees in both hands page in both books knees in both lands time in …
Corey Mesler 2 Poems Right as Rain “I saw a white ladder all covered with water” …
Suchoon Mo Zen March In Japanese Zen In Chinese Chan In Korean Seon But they mean the same permutation or not Zen Chan Seon Zen …
K. Silem Mohammad 3 Poems Unusual Fog Western scientific principles rise up from sand-colored shores out of blue volcanic action valleys fading to brown at …
Sheila E. Murphy Resumé Apres-Midi I have three sixteen point nine fluid ounce plastic water bottles with a Sharpie-written “S” atop the blue lids. I …
Nicholas Grider 3 Poems Magic Gold curtains and cardboard. The prop department provides a means of going forth: a lifetime supply of fluff, an escape …
Kaya Oakes Victorians Do you remember working. Well. A morning wasn’t, you didn’t think; you went out. And it was cold there, would you say …
Elizabeth Hughey 2 Poems My Party When I shop for friends, I shop drunk. Will someone get over here and talk to me? I tried …
Travis Jeppesen Us Anyway A mutated spectre muff – Diving on to Saturday’s spleen Screams out at the Prague School Of Histrionics, Hey …