Obviously,

Close up, / we see his resignation,
the world-weary way / he peels
himself out of his indentation
like a man long acquainted / with disaster...

PoetrySteve MueskeJanuary 31, 2018obviously, steve mueske, poetry

Redemption

She dropped the knife, which (in a poem) might drop silently out of the picture, having done its time in the one line that needs a honed edge. Here we can let it drop to the tiled floor, let it clatter like a spun quarter hula-dancing ever faster while she drops to her knees, stunned by a vision of Mary Magdalene rippling in the bath water...

PoetryDavid MeischenJanuary 31, 2018redemption, david meischen, prose, poetry

Trash

razor fetish Barbie is the trash faerie
blackened with wire corona and tin can wings...

PoetryLeslie WhatleyJanuary 31, 2018trash, poetry, Leslie Whatley

My Mother

She could not believe that something so fundamental as a phone could really and truly be dead. “You wore it out,” my father told her. “You talked on it so much that it died of exaustean. Of eaus er exaustism. Was gassed with exhaust.”

PoetrySamantha StiersJanuary 31, 2018my mother, samantha stiers, poetry