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You come by as if this dirt was once

12.06.16 Posted in today's words by

Simon Perchik’s most recent poem to appear here was “You button this shirt” (October 2016)  * You come by as if this dirt was once the ceiling, thankful on small apartments though these dead at the last minute open the doors alone and from each room the great cry already smells from rock and avalanche –you listen for flowers though these […]


Triumph of Hate

12.05.16 Posted in today's words by

H.F. Stein’s most recent poem to appear here was “Planetary” (November 2016)  Triumph of Hate By Howard F. Stein “Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold.”  WB Yeats, “The Second Coming” Hate has set love to flight and hiding; arms of affection, too frightened to reach out toward vulnerable embrace shrivel inward. Plains Indians staged raids […]


On the Marsh

12.04.16 Posted in today's words by

Molly Frederick’s most recent poem to appear here was “November Night” (November 2016) On the Marsh By Molly Frederick Wild ducks, dark silhouettes, swim at ease on water’s sepia brimming. Silky satin surfaces smooth the way for softly paddling feet. From the only tree in sight, a solitary rust-edged hawk watches small bodies carve abstract patterns […]


Train Wreck

12.03.16 Posted in today's words by

Bobbie Troy’s most recent poem to appear here was “Never Enough Time to Write” (October 2016) Train Wreck By Bobbie Troy you’re on the train without a ticket all it took was an egg and some sperm so look out the windows and enjoy the scenery because you never know when the train wreck will happen


Am I Lost

12.02.16 Posted in today's words by

Michael O’Brien lives and writes in New Jersey. Am I Lost By Michael O’Brien I see the new frost                                   As I touch this new land. on the ground.                                          I used to mindlessly mine Am I lost, if                                                 for what they said I don’t want to be                                      I should find. The spoils of that found?                                                       crime. […]


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