Poetry

“A Poem About Desolation,” by Jared De Vore

Dec 20th, 2017 | By

[This is the poem.]



“To My Dear and Loving Cabot Extra Sharp Cheddar,” by Benjamin J. Chase

Dec 20th, 2017 | By

If ever cheese were cheese, then surely you.
I’ll never eat another; that much is true.



“-141,” by Natalie De Paz

Aug 20th, 2017 | By

His faithless cock wants to feel her sigh:
tender, deliberate, slow—
He could never love her like he wants her thighs,
her sleepy bending legs, vulgar phrases she borrows.



“Odysseus, Retired to Florida, at the Mall,” by Marc DeSantis

Aug 20th, 2017 | By

Odysseus stood before the food court, flummoxed, bewildered, confused,
bereft of all ideas, no clever scheme could he devise,
None of his considerable craft was of use,
Nothing he knew had prepared him for this, no experience,
Not all of his wanderings in search of his beloved Ithaca had readied him,
he was lost, adrift, as surely as if he had been storm-tossed, alone, on the wine-dark sea.



“For the Girls,” by Penny Peyser

Aug 20th, 2017 | By

Putting on thy bra is not an option
When getting dressed to act’ally start the day.
Not doing so will trash a plan’s adoption
And leave one’s girls so aimlessly to sway.