Posts Tagged ‘ Poetry ’

“Why Do Birds?” by David McVey

Dec 20th, 2018 | By

Why do birds suddenly appear
every time you are near?
It must be the mealworms
that live in your ear.

“Dental Imprint,” by Ben Niespodziany

Aug 20th, 2018 | By

Before I departed from the dentist’s office,
the doctor asked me if I wanted to get an imprint
of my teeth to have on file, an impression
as part of their ongoing collection.

“The Cyclops as Art Critic,” by Sarah Henry

Aug 20th, 2018 | By

Who needs two eyes
when the show is dull
and the right people go?

Two Poems by Matt Mason

Aug 20th, 2018 | By

It’s so America,
so nineteen fifties,
so Main Street nostalgic, so
Karl-Marx’s-brain-would-explode-by-the-time-he-hit-the-churro-cart capitalistic.

“Ode to a Corkscrew,” by Marcia J. Pradzinski

Aug 20th, 2018 | By

O, corkscrew—
You’re supposed to be easier,
easier than the one with
bird wings that press down,
and pull the cork up,

Two Poems by Sharon E. Svendsen

Aug 20th, 2018 | By

In bed does he shout, “Action!”?
At some point does he say, “Cut,
let’s try that again.”?
I don’t know about you
but I couldn’t handle
242 takes.

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.