Posts for June 15, 2015

Lennart Lundh
Category
Poem

Monday, Dinnertime

again the rain sounds
cardinal and redwing speak
dove shivers silent

 


Debbie Adams Cooper
Category
Poem

Nutsedge

Green stubbornness mimics
a proper grass pose.
I go for the root.

Jennifer Barricklow
Category
Poem

thinking about love

I’ve been thinking a lot about love lately. One of my best friends just got engaged and we’ve been talking about how she knew that he was her partner for life. Her answer, simple and honestly vague, is that something deep inside her just knew. There’s no common factor that can explain why sometimes we feel romantic chemistry and sometimes we don’t. There’s no trick to lining up that connection. I’ve always been someone that feels it right away and in my experience, no matter how much time I spend with a person doesn’t change whether or not that spark is there. I do believe that love is a decision, ultimately, but its foundation is built upon that invisible force that draws you to each other. It’s frustrating when chemistry just misses or when bad timing prevents the heart from sensing it. There are no set paths to falling in love and that exploration, that heartbreak, that discovery, that journey is why we write.

(found poetry redacted from She’s in Prison, by Leanne Rebecca, blog post 13 June 2015)


Bronson O'Quinn
Participant
Category
Poem

he can’t wait

to take you
for granted


K. Nicole Wilson
Category
Poem

Lowe’s List

elephant ears

dirt

mulch

miracle


Bronson O'Quinn
Participant
Category
Poem

he wants a Hanna-Barbera life

simple as The Flintstones,
smart like The Jetsons, and
cool as Top Cat, 
but without
that background
       scrolling
and scrolling
and scrolling
so that he keeps kicking his feet
but he’s standing still
while the rest of the world
changes
without him


Pat Owen
Category
Poem

Penis and Scrotum

                                         Penis and Scrotum

What must it be like
to have a penis and scrotum–
the engine of desire–
attached to your body
just hanging there 
at the center of everything
open and exposed
wrinkled and tender
vulnerable to bumps and bangs–
the feet of small children
climbing your frame–
to have so much of your life
controlled by its demands?

 


mtpoet
Category
Poem

After you drink vodka

Poem 15, June 15

 

After you drink vodka

 

After you drink vodka & cranberry, you glow,

you look young, no stress lines, no crow’s feet.

I tell you so & you smile.

The poem in that smile, styled

like daffodils in snow, calling up to greet

sunshine, excites me, I’m stung

with the venom of poetry.

 

I marvel in the moment. The symmetry

of man & poet emerges, thinking & feeling strung

like laundry along a line, towels, shirts, a sheet,

quicken my pulse. My naked emotions run wild;

fueled by your dissolute & mild,

classic beauty. If I had hoped to be discrete,

you drink vodka & cranberry & I hoe a short row.  


Carole Johnston
Category
Poem

fifteen

on the road
with Midnight Butterfly Jack
wondering
if we’re just a metaphor
rambling through your dreams


Gaby Bedetti
Category
Poem

Evening at the Rectory

after a baptism and a funeral
the parish priest in his undershirt
making a sandwich