Posts Tagged ‘ Poetry XVIII.I ’

“this poem contains 69 Ws,” by Emma McNamara

Apr 20th, 2021 | By

i hate the letter W because it’s the only letter
in the english language With more than one syllable

“Ode to Retirement,” by Annette Sisson

Apr 20th, 2021 | By

And I shall let my hair go gray. Not
that it’s white like the shiny pearl of baby teeth,

nor gleaming like the stainless appliances I polish
in the kitchen. I shall let my hair go gray—

“The Overcoat,” by Shai Afsai

Apr 20th, 2021 | By

I once accompanied a woman
I loved and lived with
to her college sorority reunion.
It was a cold evening.
I wore my favorite coat

“Salem’s Sid and Nancy,” by Nancy Byrne Iannucci

Apr 20th, 2021 | By

Tis smotherin’ under these stones
but me conscience suffocates me worse.

Travelin’ nights with the weight still on me chest.
I should have kept me mouth shut, Martha,