Poetry

“caveman,” by Nathaniel Sverlow

Dec 20th, 2018 | By

dragging down the dead
hallways of morning
I wonder what it all means
how sex and sustenance
had evolved
into the 8-hour job



Two Poems by Emma Miller

Dec 20th, 2018 | By

for I just so prefer to discuss
myself. sometimes,
when patient Twelve gets whiney,
I jab her with
my pen – once –
twice –
“why are you doing this?”



Two Poems by James Davis

Dec 20th, 2018 | By

I’d like just one—the upper left, why not,
indented there like the first
cookie cut into the sheet of dough—
to show off in becomingly posed photos.



“Why Do Birds?” by David McVey

Dec 20th, 2018 | By

Why do birds suddenly appear
every time you are near?
It must be the mealworms
that live in your ear.



“The Cyclops as Art Critic,” by Sarah Henry

Aug 20th, 2018 | By

Who needs two eyes
when the show is dull
and the right people go?