Two Poems by Tom Davenport

Apr 20th, 2018 | By

My steel-wheeled ride to work is human-dense
No ropes, but by our corpses tightly bound
We’re hanging suits, we’re pickets in a fence
Too close to breathe, we whisper not a sound

“Inky, Blinky: A Pac-Man Villanelle,” by Mitch Frye

Dec 20th, 2017 | By

The sheet peels off. The spirit dies,
Yet sight persists as through a haze.
In death, we’re left with just our eyes.

“A is for Addiction,” by Liz Sellier

Dec 20th, 2017 | By

A drafty basement. Bitter coffee. 12 steps.
Attendees join four-fingered hands
and bow blue, green, orange, yellow heads,
in surrender and serenity.

“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.