by Juanita Rey At the end of night,I gently brush his lips with mine,avoid the fangs beyond.I sense he is venomousthough there’s something to be saidfor a flattering forked tongue.And he’s just the one to say it.Plus there’s thatproud handsome head,the skin that he seemsso eager to be shed.I won’t let this go any further.Once…
Tag: Poetry
The Town from the Train
by John Grey I hope the people who populate this townnever speed by it in a train.For then they’ll see how brief it is –a departure masquerading as an arrival. They’ll suddenly realize that, all these years,they’ve been living in a blur,a fuzzy siding, distorted buildings,some shapes, an eye-blink worth of road. There’d be no…
King David
by Casey Grooten This is it.This land, the raspberry garden,The twig that held it all up-The me that held you up. A mean spirit is someone thattricks other people into buying pizza,asks mom and dad if we can sleep there for a month,threesomes, fucking old men for money,and giving it awayto the casino. He is…
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Want Ad for a Friend
by L. Lois I just want a friendwho’s smartvalues readingwrites a bitknows good from badwith common sense woman or man or in-betweenpreferably close enoughto walknot afraid of timelingeringdear judgment that fliesbetween equalslove dripping fromgoodbyesnever a questionof cutting off laughter at absurditytears at beautyholding spacefor each othernever wholealways present About the Author: L. Lois lives in…
Honey suckle
by Zoiey Mull Breast-fed baby on a stone like a fairy,I’m home in the honeysuckle climbing up the terrace. Sweet warm wind, tiny sulfuric apples,closing my eyes to take in the gospel. The tree grew taller. We’re short as Mary.Cut is her pine and the truck neighbor’s maple. The rock looks eroded, no flowers or…