It’s a muffled call over the speaker But everyone gathers their luggage And snacks and pillows A migration over dirty blue carpets. One by one, trudge by trudge We march staccato, weighed down And imbalanced by heavy bags in varied States of wear. Start with the back Of the plane and fill it up toContinueContinue reading “Now Boarding”
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An elf turns inside out for the dragon by Kate Garrett — BURNING HOUSE PRESS
Powerful poetry. Read in the link below! my fire-breathing mother says she believes in love— she preaches starvation, picks the latest drive-thru-visit hoard from her teeth with my toothpick legs via An elf turns inside out for the dragon by Kate Garrett — BURNING HOUSE PRESS
lips by Eve Black — BURNING HOUSE PRESS
I am shook. Read this poem! Click the link below. when the blood came the nowhere voice said paint your lips red this was under the table in the blank space between sweetheart and cunt I obeyed as I always do the nowhere voice via lips by Eve Black — BURNING HOUSE PRESS
2 Poems by Adam Strauss — BURNING HOUSE PRESS
This is poetry that I don’t completely understand on a logical level, but its sound and flow and rhythm make me feel like I understand something about it viscerally. Click the link to read the 2 poems! His Body Retold He abraded marble Until he reached skin, inner than Any thigh and equally muscular. HeContinueContinue reading “2 Poems by Adam Strauss — BURNING HOUSE PRESS”
Facing the Fall
Another steep climb over slick gray rocks, but at least that day the sun was shining. Short on breath, once again but I paid no mind as I drank it all deep. Another cliff side looking down to a fall into crashing blue waves, but this time I faced the height. With cautious steps andContinueContinue reading “Facing the Fall”
Morning Whiskey at Red Fox Inn
I wrote this piece when I traveled to Ireland for the first time last year. Been missing it like crazy. I need to go back! It’s been a busy year, and a busy month, but I wanted to make at least one contribution to National Poetry Month. One part whiskey, two parts hot brew pouredContinueContinue reading “Morning Whiskey at Red Fox Inn”
Lopsided Moon by Johnlmalone
From the Drabble’s feed. A beautiful poem that I wanted to share with everyone. By Johnlmalone The bus shelter at the end of our street grinds its teeth at night. Sometimes I sit with it, hold its hand, listen to its tale of drunks and suicides, of lycanthropes baying at the full moon, of lostContinueContinue reading “Lopsided Moon by Johnlmalone”
Meagan Reads Poetry: Past Life Invisible by Daniel Haskin
It took me some time to get through this and finally get around to reviewing it, not because it’s a slog to get through (far from it), but rather just due to my hectic schedule. I would like to summarize my overall thoughts about this collection with the statement that it is a reader friendlyContinueContinue reading “Meagan Reads Poetry: Past Life Invisible by Daniel Haskin”
Sharing from The Drabble
“Bridges mean nothing to those with wings…” love that line! By D.F. Parizeau In the silence between hurricanes, expired passports and paper planes, I’ve spent too many days contemplating my retreat; bridges mean nothing to those with wings. The pain of leaving sits crimson in my chest. Must I fall before first flight? Skin rawContinueContinue reading “Sharing from The Drabble”