“Emily Dickinson’s Car Accident Report,” by Ken Macklin
Dec 20th, 2019 | By Defenestration
Because I could not stop for Death—
My Honda hit a tree
The state police looked at my car—
And Death began to flee
Posts Tagged ‘ Poetry XVI.III ’
“To Sarah Connor,” by Benjamin J. Chase
Dec 20th, 2019 | By Defenestration Baby, I went back in time for you.
I took a trial run of the time machine
crouching in the blue energy ball
that opened in a Los Angeles alley—
Two Poems by Aaron Barry
Dec 20th, 2019 | By Defenestration Knock knock!
Who’s there?
I am.
I am…who?
“Sixteen Dollars,” by Lindsay Brown
Dec 20th, 2019 | By Defenestration Sixteen dollars; the amount of money I spent on shampoo and conditioner last week. It was that charcoal kind that’s meant for damaged hair.
Two Poems by Norman Minnick
Dec 20th, 2019 | By Defenestration She pushes the little lever forward and moves forward.
She pushes the little lever to the left and turns left.