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 …
Weekly Feature| Negotiation, a poem by Daire Shaw
I feel you, circling out there At a distance, slinking smooth Far off in the misty uncertainty On the edges …
Rx Poetry | Quarantine Journal Meditation
Late night writing here in Olympia, Listening to rain & sirens, Washing over the cold cityscape,* Taking fear & sadness, …
Rx Poetry | Day One, Lockdown, by Kushal Poddar
Blame my neighbor’s titillating apparition who has drained her stock of Botox by the first day of isolation – I …
