Poetry
Sydney Ross
a stranger sat beside me
this morning as the sun rose
over the damp parking lot...
Heidi Shepherd
Where have all the romantics gone?
Is there a place for us,
A place where our faltering words...
Luka Russo
My heart has this hot habit, of glaring at me
from across the room, pouding on stucco walls
It throws drummer boy tantrum fits...
Sarah Guizzoti
The air chilled my face
as I stood staring unblinkingly.
The ocean mist blends with my tears...
Taylor Woodworth
Shortly after the geese fly south
and the Jack O'Lantern smile
melts into a grimace...
Ezra Maloney-Dunn
When I was little my grandfather had
a collection of sand dollars.
I would peer above...
David Hurley
Oh sandwich,
how lovely
you can be...
Heidi Shepherd
I yearn...
My body yearns
For the first really warm day of spring...
Sydney Ross
2,000 miles from home,
thick fog covers the dense
evergreen tree line. a mix...
Taylor Woodworth
When they took my wisdom teeth,
they extracted miles of fleshy,
dirt-covered roots...
Stephanie Thomsom
I wonder if I'll ever be more than a
taxidermied skull of an Irish elk.
Hanging from a ceiling with fractured...
Sydney Ross
you are a butterfly
and I am a caterpillar
awaiting my new life...
Sydney Ross
lonely
tuesday mornings
come and go...
Luka Russo
That decrepit ashtray is a gatekeeper,
silent
and knowing watchdog...
Luka Russo
I see you.
Dramatic cadaver queen,
no strut, prominent and street-wise...
Angel Lopez
She holds me tight
at night
wrapped around her...
Casey Elder
in the backyard
the stone pig
plays sentry...
Taylor Woodworth
A woman lives to serve a man with grace.
She soaks her hair in rain to keep him dry.
Her legs a satin mask in hidebound...