Poetry

“Emily Dickinson’s Car Accident Report,” by Ken Macklin

Dec 20th, 2019 | By

Because I could not stop for Death—
My Honda hit a tree
The state police looked at my car—
And Death began to flee



“To Sarah Connor,” by Benjamin J. Chase

Dec 20th, 2019 | By

Baby, I went back in time for you.
I took a trial run of the time machine
crouching in the blue energy ball
that opened in a Los Angeles alley—



Two Poems by Aaron Barry

Dec 20th, 2019 | By

Knock knock!

Who’s there?

I am.

I am…who?



“Sixteen Dollars,” by Lindsay Brown

Dec 20th, 2019 | By

Sixteen dollars; the amount of money I spent on shampoo and conditioner last week. It was that charcoal kind that’s meant for damaged hair.



Two Poems by Norman Minnick

Dec 20th, 2019 | By

She pushes the little lever forward and moves forward.
She pushes the little lever to the left and turns left.