Poetry

“Finger Trapped,” by Anthony Nannetti

Dec 20th, 2014 | By

The world is the size of an index card now,

accessible all at one touch.



“The lovesick tablecloth,” by J. I. Kleinberg

Dec 20th, 2014 | By

I never did love the knife.
Just once I felt his dull
serrations. It wasn’t his fault.
He didn’t intend to cut me.
But after that, his very weight
against me made me cringe.



“Insider Art,” by Bill Spencer

Dec 20th, 2014 | By

Twenty-two firefighters labored to deliver you,
yours a different kind of fire.



“Here, eat this fucking sandwich,” by John Roth

Dec 20th, 2014 | By

Here, eat this fucking sandwich

that I had originally intended to make
for myself but later realized

was no good for me



Two Poems by April Salzano

Aug 20th, 2014 | By

Thank you for submitting your work.
Though I am going to pass on this batch,
your poem “insert title here” came close.
Huh?
I immediately think of coming.



“When The New York Times Embraces The Lunatic Fringe,” by Tony Peyser

Aug 20th, 2014 | By

Maybe this reporter is competent and only
Momentarily seemed like a dumb hack
In this style piece that breathlessly declared
That bangs are now making a comeback.



“R.I.P.” by Art Heifetz

Aug 20th, 2014 | By

he went peacefully
in the early hours
succumbing to
erectile dysfunction
his final request was
a last sponge bath
from the attractive nurse



“Boomers Gone Wild,” by Barbara Lee

Aug 20th, 2014 | By

recently, at dinner with friends someone said that we should all drop acid together
just for a single night give up being in control and live purely in the moment
looking at each other, we said, we’re old
no one had tripped since the dawn of the seventies
would our fragile brains and baby boomer bodies survive?



Two Poems by Bradley K. Meyer

Aug 20th, 2014 | By

Walking behind two
Wright State students,
One says:
-Did you hear about the prank Jimmy played on his cat?
-On his cat?
-Yeah, he filled his cat’s litter box with pop rocks.



“Nerves,” by Michael Estabrook

Apr 20th, 2014 | By

As we get older
we seem to get on each other’s nerves