Poetry
Poem – And Love Got Tired Of My Undecidedness. (By Emmanuel Stephen Ogboh)
And Love Got Tired Of My Undecidedness Leah gave me head in a dark boulevard Followed me the whole twenty fucking yards She knows it's a game And she came when I came. And left when I turned left. Fañ ...
Poem – What We Notice (By Gil Hoy)
■ What We Notice - By Gil Hoy I first lived like a tadpole swimming up-current in a raging river Not noticing that I’d been crowned heavyweight champion of the world, the impossible odds overcome, or the miraculous union with ...
Poem – Fast Lane (By David Russell)
Fast Lane Let’s get in the fast lane – Rip off the doors and slice the breezes; Let’s get in the fast lane – Thread the highway through a needle. We can loop the date-line In a coral reef-knot; Turn ...
Poem – Two-Faced Tanning (By David Russell)
Two-Faced Tanning (Moral Majority S/M) Time was – One got the slipper, cane and strap – And now, in honest balance of corrected afterthought, Admits that one was fired by sting and weal And thought that someone got a turn-on; ...
Poem – FOR MEDICINAL USE ONLY (By Ray Gallucci)
FOR MEDICINAL USE ONLY When Medici once ruled the roost, To Renaissance they gave a boost In Florence, town of Tuscany, By prompting minds to wander free. To God no longer gave their vow, But Greeks and Romans lured them ...
Poem – Dreams Always (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
Dreams Always (For Paul Walker) - By Melissa R. Mendelson We drift along dreams across the silver screen, and we laugh. And we love, dreaming of falling deep into the arms of the one, who steals our breath away. Gorgeous ...
Poem – Earthquake (By David Russell)
Earthquake What happened? There was a fault. What’s a fault? It’s when one piece of the earth juts above another. Why does that happen? Because the explosion down below Goes on forever. But was that fault anybody’s? It was the ...
Poem – MY COUNTRY SIDE (By Akeredolu Tope)
MY COUNTRY SIDE {Where old misty mountains adorn the sphere competing with the sky in height and glory and boisterous antelope’s race and hide behind the shrubs from *ogún’s intrusion} ~Akeredolu Tope My country side Where unruly old vultures scavenge ...
Poem – WINTER IN A FACTORY TOWN (By John Grey)
WINTER IN A FACTORY TOWN It's the winter before winter. And the winter after winter. Everything’s stripped bare. The winds bluster like politicians. Only with cold air, not hot. Month after month, eyes can only stare, lips are too frozen ...
Poem – On the Death of Dada (By Robert Beveridge)
On the Death of Dada Face your fate, old friend. The Cabaret Voltaire's been closed. The movement's at its end, but I suppose That those of us who live In the snakepit's writhing dance Have learned, through you, to give ...
