Poetry

Two Poems by Paul Hostovsky

Aug 20th, 2023 | By

Some pronounce it poim.
Like it has an oy inside it.
The way an oyster
has an oy inside it. The way
all poems ought to have
a little oy vey
and a little oyez! oyez!
inside them.



“Armageddon,” by George Stanworth

Aug 20th, 2023 | By

While waiting
for the world
to end,
I anxiously
tidied the house.



“The Standoff,” by Adrianna McCollum

Apr 20th, 2023 | By

My dog wakes herself with a fart,
eyes filled with accusation
that I had played a nasty trick,
her glare cold, convinced.



Two Poems by Corey Bryan

Apr 20th, 2023 | By

I think last night I caught a glimpse into your soul
in the same, unlucky way strangers catch a glimpse
of you through the gaps in the doors of public
restrooms in America.



“Pen Pals with Benefits,” by J.M. McBirnie

Apr 20th, 2023 | By

How did I win this privilege
you all bent on my chest?
As windows watch us breathless,
your text might know the rest.