Up, clutching the sky, we are
brittle. This explosion leaves a lingering shush
from the triggered weapon. We’re forced down.
Houses the color of children's thoughts hide
a brittle explosion and leaves. Hush, a hush lingers.
POETRYCommedia Dell’ArteZak Parsons
They gather on pavements where payments are lost and won
They shout at deaf people and smile at the blind - the bad kind of good people
Good for nothing but relied on for everything
POETRYThe Siren and Her CaptainJamie Haddox
Cold, sharp metal - warm, worn leather,
her fingertips dance the gauntlet
of his studded shoulder.
POETRYDrunk DialJamie Haddox
Dishonesty is always drawn
helplessly to the truth
serum.
POETRYApril Journal: Tuesday, April 9, 2013Don Mager
Trowelled furrows in the damp bed of mixed
compost and soil open rows to seeds
spaced inch by inch with the precision
of bare finger pinches.
POETRYHow to Kiss a Man With a MustacheKatie Moore
There
will be no doubt, this kisser
is all ladies man.
POETRYEric and the Holy Exit SignsEric Mattson
A kingdom of clouds
Stencils a volatile
City sky and receives
Colors as a sacrament
From impending night.
POETRYNamelessSilke Feltz
Sunflower seeds crawl between teeth and get stuck
in this perfectly timed world of ladders and shoots.
POETRYOld LarryMatthew Sradeja
How can I tell you about Larry?
He started working at MFC five months
after I was born
and that was 39 years ago.
POETRYSpace Between CenturiesEric Mattson
Woke,
To the past pounding
On the door
Demanding reprimand.