The night comes crawling toward me Baring fangs, snarling in secret The night brings out sharpened fingers The night cracks broken staircases I sit alone in the one chair My eyes burnt My lips trembling My body hurt From misremembering I can’t bring myself to retreat to the bed Because that’s where I used to… Continue Reading →
Hanged by John Tustin
I hanged myself beneath the tree Where we first kissed That kiss has followed me Although you have not And even now in death It lies warm upon my lips Warm and burning Soothing and bright Upon lips now dead But still so alive with the phantom of you About the Poet: John Tustin’s poetry… Continue Reading →
The Stars are Naked by John Tustin
The stars are naked And when they cast their eyes down upon me, Tossed like a million dice, I shiver in my clothes and blankets – Wishing I could be concealed. About the Poet: John Tustin is currently suffering in exile on the island of Elba but hopes to return to you soon. fritzware.com/johntustinpoetry contains links to… Continue Reading →
The Dark Place by John Tustin
The dark place where these words come from and all the other ones; this bottomless well of emptiness, this black pit with no sound or sight or smell. I pluck the words from there like grapes from a vine and I don’t know how they got there or why I’m the one chosen to retrieve… Continue Reading →
The Windmills Tilted Me by John Tustin
There were years when the sun came up red And the ground was wet and cool in the morning And I woke up on some of those mornings Determined to tilt windmills So I went out there and I tried. And what I have learned is that the windmills Not only do not move:… Continue Reading →
These Memories are a Pavement by John Tustin
These memories are a pavement Going on uninterrupted for miles, Wet with the rain, beautiful from Afar and slippery when trodden. They are where I slip and fall each Night and where I awaken each Morning, getting myself up and Continuing to walk this sidewalk That goes on and on yet leads me Nowhere but… Continue Reading →
And Sadness by John Tustin
It’s the noise the used umbrella makes when it’s closed and thuds wetly on the floor and it’s the boy waving wanly goodbye and getting on the bus and it’s her trying to be nice to you because she wants something and your skin crawls more than usual and it’s the same songs cynically played… Continue Reading →
There is a Hole by John Tustin
There is a hole In the back of my soul That I cannot reach To repair No matter how I bend Or twist And that is how The light Keeps getting in About the Poet: John Tustin is currently suffering in exile on the island of Elba but hopes to return to you… Continue Reading →
Amputated Parts by John Tustin
I used to love the cold nights, The nights so cold outside that I could feel it in my nice warm house. When she was here we’d get under the covers And we’d talk, Her body up against mine emanating heat. I’d fall asleep after she did and I’d sleep through the night. Tonight… Continue Reading →
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April 2022 “The Sadness of the Long Night” by James Piatt “Two of a Kind” by Tobias Maxwell “Menarch” by Stephanie Simpson “Big Lorraine” by pd Lyons March 2022 “The Breathtaking Winter” by Marius Alexandru “Breathing Ballad” by Jodie Baeyens “Chemical Spill” by Peter Mladinic “Out-Spoken” by Lynn White February 2022 “The Keepsake” by Kelly… Continue Reading →