Poetry

“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



Two Poems by Carrie McKay

Apr 20th, 2014 | By

Kit contains:
One shaped sponge
Batteries not included
Three pages of caution notes
and small print



[sort] Poems, by Mark Cunningham

Apr 20th, 2014 | By

They shared a moment, but he still got the half with the most cranberries. I said, “You know how good friends can just sit and say nothing,” and she said, “Shut up.” He said the medicine “dissipated tumors beyond belief,” and I hope he’s right, because I don’t believe him. After she started watching zombie movies, she made me take a cold shower before we had sex.



“The Feng Shui of true love,” by Buff Whitman-Bradley

Apr 20th, 2014 | By

No matter how many times
I moved around my inward lamps
And tables and chairs
To please the various
Interior decorators and remodelers
I’d fallen for



“Lesser Known Literary Cocktails,” by Eric K. Auld

Aug 20th, 2013 | By

The Waiting for Godot: Place two ice cubes in an empty tumbler. Watch them melt as nothing else happens. Wait until morning. Repeat.

The Wasteland: Pour everything you have into the largest glass you’ve got. Hand it all over to Ezra Pound and watch him change everything. Garnish with footnotes.



“A Pinteress’ Someday,” by Katie Seeley

Aug 20th, 2013 | By

We can be modern day mannequins—

Malleable forms of constant perfection.
We are Stepford wives with a mouse’s click.
Pinterest allows us to be anything.
Pinterest allows us to be everything.
Renaissance women reorganizing:
homes transformed with wine corks and mason jars.
And don’t forget glitter. Always glitter.



“The Box,” by Mikaela von Kursell

Aug 20th, 2013 | By

…was always there
a little box in the corner of the screen.
If you clicked it,
It beeped.
If you clicked out of it,
It beeped.
If you clicked around it,
It beeped.