There’s something to be said for the way calm comes, how it unfurls at dawn, braves the darkness to meet …
The glass glows blue like flies do
1 The glass glows blue like flies do in their moods, in its discombobulate glimmering, banishing night’s once quiet purplish …
Rx Poetry | Amid Silence, by Lisa Lerma Weber
The neighborhood is quiet today. The streets empty as grocery store shelves— dusty voids where once stood an abundance of …
Stroll in the Rain
Four walls here, four walls thereAnd so much time to spare;While I can do a lot of stuffA lot of …
Glass Stuck in my Veins
The plague of pithy humanity Gathered around watching the Cotton Bowl On denim colortubed televisions I had the displeasure of …
Yesterday There Was an Acorn in My Coffee
yesterday there was an acorn in my coffee and i stared at the oddity and wondered how the hell it …
Lullaby for Revolution
At our most dangerous we are two girls in a loft. We spin plans of children’s children: no one’ll play …
TERSE VERSE | Stanza Has Big Feet, a poem by Killah Shark
Angola never floated
Cotton grows in rows
Chained Black feet pick it
RETROREFLECTION
The regimes all line the streetSaluting each other to rival mountains of indelicacyAnd to each his ownGoing both ways, two …
