It's just poetry, it won't bite

Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone, Staring into the eyes of God

12.30.10 Posted in Contributor Series 7, today's words by

Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone Staring into the eyes of God By Marya Zilberberg Tonight I stared into the eyes of God. They were seven, three men and four women, Dancing, on a stage made of water, In the woods, at sunset. They were two butterflies, a dragonfly, Three birds, five trees, […]


Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone, Starvation Diet

12.29.10 Posted in Contributor Series 7, today's words by

Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone Starvation Diet By Karen Schindler The bones of my soul ->Visible<-  Sticking out under the thin    veneer of my smile Karen’s most recent poem to appear at vox poetica was Leap.


Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone, Boneing

12.28.10 Posted in Contributor Series 7, today's words by

Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone Boneing By Hugh Fox A week of urine blood, my urologist-oncologist gives me three different kinds of antibiotics that collectively turn my nights into Andean hallucinogenic-mares, last night they were all there, at first unidentifiable skeletons sitting around the dining room table chawing on bird and snake […]


Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone, Wishbone

12.27.10 Posted in Contributor Series 7, today's words by

Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone Wishbone By Tim VanSant when we were kids we would hold a wishbone in the crook of our pinky fingers and make a wish close our eyes and pull hoping for the bigger half now I never break bones and never make a wish if having it […]


Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone, Cradle of Civilization

12.26.10 Posted in Contributor Series 7, today's words by

Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone Cradle of Civilization By Jean Hutchinson Her ebony silhouette glowed and shimmered  in morning light. She stroked her jet hair until it floated like wool around her sculpted head. She glided through life, her lips, carmine clay, her nose, a noble pyramid. She stood astride two worlds, […]


Latest Podcast Episode
0:00
0:00
vox poetica archives