Amy Galloway returns to Drunk Monkeys with her poem, "Collided".
In fall I fell
red maple and oak leaf
Dead spiders and acorns
inside a rotting pumpkin
I couldn't move
I missed you
POETRYBlue Scout (Nuri Alexander)by Thomas R. Thomas
Thomas R. Thomas with his poem "Blue Scout (Nuri Alexander).
Carlos Castaneda
ate my friend
took the girl
I knew and
swallowed
her whole
POETRYBlue Daydreamby Trish HopkinsonWriter of the Month
Trish Hopkinson's "Blue Daydream", a poem inspired by David Lynch.
The sound was
the falling of a tree, cut off
by scissors and heard
by the horrible ear
of the woman singer
with the good tongue,
out in the terrible night
POETRYIn Uteroby Mary Schmidt
Mary Schmidt's heartbreaking poem "In Utero".
I double over
stillness pervades inside my frame
flat belly lifeless again.
POETRYTelling All My Secretsby Ally Malinenko
Ally Malinenko returns to Drunk Monkeys with her poem "Telling All My Secrets".
seven months
and three surgeries
and 36 daily
radiation treatments
and countless doctors
and sleepless nights
Karen Vande Bossche shares an outsider's fascination in her poem "Catholic".
Catholics have the best churches. There are small
whitewashed ones in Oxaca, but so many ornate ones in Spain
and Italy where there is always some saint in a glass box
his clothes still perfect but his face sunken and covered
in a burnt orange-brown leather.
POETRYCrevasse Moonby Trish HopkinsonWriter of the Month
A beautiful piece of found poetry from our Writer of the Month, Trish Hopkinson.
memories are a means,
a rescuer,
a new vice.
memoir mines were
once a sincere voice.
now vision narrows,
save a crevasse view.
same as a curse—
a swimmer in ice.
POETRYEurydiceby Meggie Royer
A beautiful poem inspired by Greek legend from Meggie Royer.
How beautiful, he said, to be stilled
for a few seconds
and watch the world ending.
POETRYIn the Still of the Crumbling Nightby Grant Tarbard
New poetry from Grant Tarbard, "In the Still of the Crumbling Night".
In the still of the crumbling night I creep
About pitch streets, about a flower's head,
Oh sigh to me nothing so I can sleep.
POETRYPearl at the Studio Micby Trish HopkinsonWriter of the Month
Trish Hopkinson's first poem as our Writer of the Month for November 2015 pays tribute to Janis Joplin.
beneath the lights.
Come on, baby, her mouth
wraps lyrics in the hiss
of Southern Comfort