The Poetry of Emotion
With a hand full of loose change and a broken cigarette,I say my goodbyes silently.The pipe organ is out of tune, and later when I'm home,There is no Red Dawn or Frosty the Snowmanon television. No soap dish full of blue crystals keeps the kitchen clean enough to differentiatethis world from the next. Photo by... Continue Reading →
caramels, hot suns, nice guys who send nice texts, bathing in pools like a wet bird, no swimsuits just oversized T-shirts, black, Arizona memories—before it all went bad—replaying your voice / until I accidentally deleted the last voicemail you left for me—I still cry. Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com About the Poet: Emma Grey Rose... Continue Reading →
I am falling FailingFlailing Worried so much About the thingsI can and can’t control.It’s so cold herefrozen by the indecisionof doing the wrong thing. What if I embraced failurelike a warm hug?knowing that you always fall where you’re meant to land. About the Poet: Victoria Benson is a writer and elementary school teacher.
the rain stunned me when it told methis was not the mountain i neededto tell it on. in fact, this was sacred land,that of carnal computations & milkweed.it’s toxic, this need for desirabilityas it keeps us doubting.always keeps me doubting.i never doubted the truth i toldin the years following my befuddlement,man, i’ll keep my cards... Continue Reading →
I grasped a flickering star, a speck of lightTo help me see beyond the dark within Which told me I was nothing more than night.The heritage of Adam’s greedy biteWas suffering, so, to mitigate my sin I grasped a flickering star, a speck of light.And still that devilish whirl of wrong and rightKept sucking all... Continue Reading →
Gone the days so giddy fine, Filled with eccentric bar stories, Before, during, after the wine, Cloudy claim—these fantastic glories. Gratitude now to be alive, So quiet is the missing students’ tally, The drink, the drive—did not survive, ‘Tis still now at the rally. Meetings now are more sedate, Inside the soul, the song is... Continue Reading →
Let it go, Buddhakeeps telling me, still soattached to detachmentthat veins I imagineat his temples throblike the chantingof ancestors on a CDI bought cheap for $7.97.For once again I’ve hadthe wrong idea: Calvi-tholicism’s indissolubleoil slick floating onBuddha’s smooth seaof equanimity. Tryas I might – and, well,there it is, attached atthe straining hip of effort.Zen Master... Continue Reading →
“We’re all doomed”, he said.Well, so we are!From the moment of our birth,no, before thensome don’t make it that far,expelled by the bodyto partsunknown.As I child I thoughtthat livingwith such knowledgeshould be hellish,impossible to live withhappily.If I were god,it would bemy little joke.Forget Satan and his fiery furnace,the nonsense of an underworld,the craziness of constant... Continue Reading →
The creep begins With a whisperA vine of greenadorned with thorns wraps its tendrils around my mind.Another whisper again again its grip tightens into obsession About the Poet: Adele James is a poet from Massachusetts. She lives in Cape Cod with her cat Junior.
When it happened it changed my life it made me hate myself it made me hate the world. He was forty-two a family member a husband a father. After it happened they told me it didn’t they told me to forget it they told me I would get over it. But if perchance it did... Continue Reading →
Ephemeral Elegies 