Poetry

Two Poems by Emmy Newman

Dec 20th, 2020 | By

Last week I discovered it’s hard to say
I love human skin without a lot of weird looks
and party guests pulling sweaters
over shoulders even in too hot rooms.
It’s hard to be cool at parties.



“Elemental,” by Francis Fernandes

Dec 20th, 2020 | By

One pithy Oscar-Wilde-reading
swimmer on the online dating site
I like to dive into from time to time
with my underwater harpoon gun
said instead of endless writing
back and forth, it would be far more
efficient to let the chemistry decide
right away, face-to-face.



Two Poems by Ann Pedone

Dec 20th, 2020 | By

1) I don’t like biting into watermelons. It reminds me of sex. But in a bad way.



“Why Does Nobody Care About the Death of my Dieffenbachia?” by Jack Berning

Dec 20th, 2020 | By

Why does nobody care about the Death of my Dieffenbachia?
I Woke Up this morning and all its leaves had gone brown.
I’ve been in a Panic ever since.



Two Poems by Joseph Moorman

Dec 20th, 2020 | By

You never judge me.
Cash or credit?
Whichever makes me happy.
And the card I insert?
The magnetic strip can face either way.
Very thoughtful.