Poetry
Sydney Ross
a stranger sat beside me
this morning as the sun rose
over the damp parking lot...
Taylor Woodworth
When they took my wisdom teeth,
they extracted miles of fleshy,
dirt-covered roots...
Heidi Shepherd
Where have all the romantics gone?
Is there a place for us,
A place where our faltering words...
Stephanie Thomsom
I wonder if I'll ever be more than a
taxidermied skull of an Irish elk.
Hanging from a ceiling with fractured...
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...
Sydney Ross
you are a butterfly
and I am a caterpillar
awaiting my new life...
Taylor Woodworth
Shortly after the geese fly south
and the Jack O'Lantern smile
melts into a grimace...
Luka Russo
That decrepit ashtray is a gatekeeper,
silent
and knowing watchdog...
Ezra Maloney-Dunn
When I was little my grandfather had
a collection of sand dollars.
I would peer above...
Luka Russo
I see you.
Dramatic cadaver queen,
no strut, prominent and street-wise...
David Hurley
Oh sandwich,
how lovely
you can be...
Angel Lopez
She holds me tight
at night
wrapped around her...
Heidi Shepherd
I yearn...
My body yearns
For the first really warm day of spring...
Casey Elder
in the backyard
the stone pig
plays sentry...
Sydney Ross
2,000 miles from home,
thick fog covers the dense
evergreen tree line. a mix...
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...