Posts Tagged ‘ Poetry XIV.I ’

“Hamlet’s Solilwocky,” by Tucker Lieberman

Apr 20th, 2017 | By

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Felt dread of something after death—
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Long life—To die, to sleep—No more—
And by a sleep to say we end



“Never Give Up, Poem,” by JD DeHart

Apr 20th, 2017 | By

someone will take you, poem
don’t give up
keep fighting the good fight
chin up



“We, humans,” by Nathaniel Sverlow

Apr 20th, 2017 | By

sex with coworkers
is not recommended



“He Considers Dating a Ballerina,” by J.P. Celia

Apr 20th, 2017 | By

He imagines moving to kiss her
And her pirouetting away,
Not knowing if she’s compelled to practice
At that very impractical instant, or attempting to play,



“The Wife Of,” by Annette LeBox

Apr 20th, 2017 | By

The wife of a goat is a goatee, a bearded lady in the circus, three bristly hairs on her chinny chin chin, trimmed and smoothed into a lively point, making the point that hair defines gender, sort of.