Simple acts of defiance in Edward O'Dwyer's poem "Staring at the Sun".
There are many acts
of greater recklessness ahead for her,
one would presume. She is
not more than nine, after all,
and life becomes such a reckless thing
at least every once in a while.
Edward O'Dwyer presents a scene from a pub with melancholy wisdom in his poem "The Closest Thing".
He removed his coat and scarf.
The weight of the world
he appeared to have carried in, however,
was not a garment that could be
laid over a chair or set at his feet
or hung on a peg.
Antonia Wolf returns to Drunk Monkeys with her poem "Antithesis".
we
walk the distance every day
in silence,
while the blank pages of Hollywood fill with
the meaningless chatter of fictional delinquents.
This is how customer service ends, this is how customer service ends, not with a bang, but with a whimper. New poetry from William Lessard, "Landscape".
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William Lessard finds poetry in the dregs of his queue, in a "Poem Made of Netflix Movie Descriptions".
Acerbic outbursts. Visions
of a dead woman with cake.
A brother's revenge ...
Ally Malinenko offers a moving tribute in verse to the inimitable David Bowie, who died last week at the age of 69. Rock on, Starman.
More amazing poetry from our Writer of the Month William Lessard, with "1,000 Micrograms Per Cubic Meter".
you have been adapted from the videogame soundtrack
of the award-winning musical reimagining
of the novel that saved your life
Pamela Corbett shares the brave, devastating truth in her poem "Now That I'm Older".
Years later, it’s still there, this feeling underneath that no one sees ...
William Lessard, our Writer of the Month for January 2016, with a moving exploration of the selfie -- from the Old Masters to the selfie-stick, in "Rembrandt with Cell Phone".
You begin to swipe through your entire gallery.
You start with the photo tonight, then go back, back, back:
fat you, skinny you, drunk you, sick you, happy you, heartbroken you.
A "you" for every brand moment, yet none that captures those breaths
before the filter performs the enchantment of its enhancement.
Antonia Wolf returns to Drunk Monkeys with the defiant poem "Destroy, She Said".
... now grows out a new life
with monstrous flesh-eating blossoms,
mutating to withstand
the most earth-shattering cataclysms.
