Sunday Morning By Mark Butler In this old building life is liquid. It seeps through creaking floors— a weeping marriage, a nagging, wet cough, the kindness of soup. We live in our private rooms, the doors bolted, peering through smudged windows while joy and sorrow course through the common walls, flooding the stairwell.
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Mark’s Poem
Nick Hawkins’ most recent poem to appear here was “She Stands Up” (September 2013) Mark’s Poem By Nick Hawkins To our dear Mark If my words would heal your heart where it’s broken deep within, then I would aureate verses light where your beauty softly sings. If I could compose a symphony to lift you […]
Dickinson
Matthew Hammerton’s most recent poem to appear here was “Glorious Ocean” (July 2016) Dickinson By Matthew Hammerton Oh woman in white Whose words caress the tongue Whose verses break seasons Who can, in one breath, Distill tenderness And in another Spit words of fire In one sight Spy nature’s rhythm And in another, Peel back all […]
Dear Suki: Number Twenty
Lana Bella’s most recent poem to appear here was “Dear Suki, Letter A for Autumn” (September 2016) Dear Suki: Number Twenty By Lana Bella Dear Suki: Tel Aviv, August 20th, metaphor’s a window behind which were gaping cartwheels, copper and bruised and tattooed on my breaths. Yesterday, today, and many others, your words that arched over the […]
Brown Eyes
Jaclyn Burr’s most recent poem to appear here was “The Cherry Tree” (January 2017) Brown Eyes By Jaclyn Burr I remember arguing, expelling all the wind from my shallow lungs, blood blooming in my cheeks. I defended what I knew: my eyes were a lovely blue— a misty, ethereal, shimmering hue. As I shielded the radiant […]
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