Posts Tagged ‘ Poetry X.V ’

Two Poems by Shreya Pabbaraju

Apr 20th, 2018 | By

It nestled in the crevices
Of my glabella
Embedded like a ruby
In my face of ore
Where my crimson jewel
Sets ablaze your valleys
And melts your tundra,
The flame to your flint,
I am queen of Mars



“Haunted Gameboy,” by Robert Shmigelsky

Apr 20th, 2018 | By

Swatting back and forth
Posturing menacingly
Flying magic swords
Remembered tempo and feel
Departed master’s fighting hands



“Falling Apart at the Seams,” by Carrie L. Clickard

Apr 20th, 2018 | By

In black tie and shrouds
an audience crowds
into seats beneath bone candelabra.
They’ve come here to view
a rare pas de deux
known as the real Danse Macabre.



“Prom ’65,” by Marla Brown Fogelman

Apr 20th, 2018 | By

Prom 1965
My hair was sprayed
So high gloss
It looked as if it had been painted shut.



“Licking the Page,” by Dheepa R. Maturi

Apr 20th, 2018 | By

When my mother wasn’t looking,
I’d open the pages and find the one
with Lowly the Worm holding that
cupcake, and I’d apply pink tongue
to pink cupcake. You’d think I’d have
been disappointed, but, deep within,
I located the flavor of strawberries,
and maybe a hint of lemon, topped with
whirls of cream.



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