"The way you bend a tree
and make it grow
whichever way
you got a mind to."
A quiet tribute to a remarkable love, "Billet-doux", by Scott Stoller.
"The way you bend a tree
and make it grow
whichever way
you got a mind to."
A quiet tribute to a remarkable love, "Billet-doux", by Scott Stoller.
Rains drops darkness
Heavier than the city
Shadows follow chained
To the night
He kills butterflies
with bare hands.
Beauty snuffed out
by two swollen bowls
of skin, of callused
and red, always red.
they say “you can never truly die.”
I kept waiting for the right memory
of him to carve into a page.
beautiful new poem from Gabrielle Sorge, "If You Fall in Love With a Writer".
Relationships are complicated. Especially the ones closest to home. April Jones with her poem "Flight".
I only think of you in the quietest moments, the ones
that force me to remember the things I’ve worked
my life to forget. I once thought that I’d long for a
mother.
In her poem, "Finches", Martina Reisz Newberry shows us how hard it can be to say the things we want to say.
Notice while we talk
what my hands are doing
to each other:
fluttering, flying,
straining at the fingers of each.
John Dorsey makes his Drunk Monkeys debut with a set of four short poems.
the only thing
that keeps me here
is the thought
that a mile
on uneven gravel
is too far to go
for a final baptism.
Dale Wisely with a brilliant found poem, "The Many Ways to Say 'Sorry' in Japanese.
I owe you an apology for my behavior at work over the past few weeks. Mistakes are often made in the passive voice. I've been coming in late each day, I've been distracted during meetings, and the projects I've been turning in have been full of errors and mistakes that I should've been able to catch. Did you never call? I waited for your call.
The reality of war and the glories of the silver screen in Charles Joseph's poem "Angels With Dirty Faces".
he just looked at me speechless for a few seconds
with that angelic face of his while droplets of water
plummeted to their deaths from the showerhead to the tub drain.
The river along the route
Of the heart, close to
The most recent feeling, overflows
At each bloody corner