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Wandering Hermit seeking chapbook length submissions

October 23, 2014 – 6:53 am | No Comment

Wandering Hermit seeking chapbook length submissions
Wandering Hermit Press is now open for contest submissions of chapbook length poetry, fiction and nonfiction manuscripts. You will find a description of what we …

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Slice of Life.

November 22, 2014 – 7:08 am | One Comment

Slice of Life.
by Pride Ed

Cold sunlight fills my
room today. Coffee
from the night before
stains the corners of
my mouth and I
remember to fold the
laundry. I am not
missed when I touch
the same stained
white linen shirt
for an hour. But
someone said they
thought they heard
me crying from the
upstairs window.
Its lunchtime, and all I
have to eat are
complaints about what
someone else did.
I feel as though I
should pass the sugar,
but that may cause alarm.
I only touch what
I am told. I only touch
what I can control. I
think about eating the
dish soap as I show
you the contents
of my stomach
and see the surprise
on your face.
I think its
evening now.
I lose track of
everything now and then.
So forgive me when I say
I don’t remember
your name, and which
room of the house
you stay in.
Quit yelling at me
when I’m face down
in the baby’s bath
Please quit assaulting
me with IVs
every time we
take unexpected trips
to the ER.
I hate how cold hospitals
feel. They make my
nose runny.
And that doctor needs
to stop telling me
that I should go
away for a while.
What does he mean anyway?
I’m watched for
several days after.
I think they like
the way I do
the laundry now.
I cleaned out my
drawer and I
fell in love
again with my
station in life.
Its evening again,
and I can’t remember
why I was crying
at all.

Old Spice and Traffic

November 18, 2014 – 5:13 am | One Comment

By Monica Hall
With the patience of an 8-year old,
I sit and wait.
Restlessly perched.
At the top of the lumber company steps.
It is 5:00 p.m. as the owner locks …

Mercurial management

November 18, 2014 – 4:00 am | No Comment

Mercurial management
by Randall Nicholas
Mercurial management: how to make more
Out of a foot-tired, rhyme-assaulted brain,
Wrench new reflection from a frosted mirror,
Circle back to head off where the rabbit ran.
Six-hundred episodes in …

Drunk around Noon

November 17, 2014 – 6:58 am | One Comment

Drunk around Noon
by Donald Buhl-Brown
“I swear I’ll quit today my love”
I was drunk at noon.
“I swear I’ll never touch a drop again”
I was drunk at noon.
“You’re a drunk and fool!”
“And …

Feral Charms

November 16, 2014 – 5:55 am | No Comment

Feral Charms
by Pat A Physics
There are two ghosts and a banshee in a foyer perspiring spirit sweat into
an old grey couch.  Since they are invisible,  the sweat stains that are …


November 15, 2014 – 9:57 am | No Comment

by Ben Macnair
At any party, you stay away from the Rubix cuber.
As welcome there as Gareth and his tuba.
A series of perfect squares,
designed by one man,
for a population of imperfect …

While You Were Gone I Became a Writer.

November 13, 2014 – 4:52 am | No Comment

While You Were Gone I Became a Writer.
By: Pride Ed
Alleyways became my inspiration,
and I found my audience in bars!
Ocean views became somber,
and my meds made me think I was
Someone said …

Bikini Girl from Kung Pow, Das Horn Niello, Märzen-style Ale for what ails Shia Labeouf; Wrecked Pimp Galfonier

November 12, 2014 – 5:09 am | No Comment

Bikini Girl from Kung Pow, Das Horn Niello, Märzen-style Ale for what ails Shia Labeouf; Wrecked Pimp Galfonier
by Quasimofo
“Everything that surrounds us has been designed–from the paperclip and the iPod, …

Death has a lengthy head of urgency

November 10, 2014 – 2:07 am | No Comment

Death has a lengthy head of urgency
by Oscar Smiles
Death has a lengthy head of urgency
classification module: 1TS
systemic tumor
the red winged blackbird
You must know that
you are not alone
Snilt bitches
Crop and tide
Up …

A Day of Fate

November 8, 2014 – 11:09 am | One Comment

A Day of Fate
By: Halifax
I shared a birthday with Anne Sexton.
Three of us had Spanish olives and mare‘s milk outside the city.
After, we watched a witch wand a six-inch tall …

One Night

November 7, 2014 – 6:20 am | One Comment

One Night
By: Brandi Guthrie
If your eyes touch me like that again,
I may require the feel of your skin.
Away from the fireside I`ll lead you down.
They won`t notice if we …

Painted Cat

November 3, 2014 – 5:15 am | No Comment

Painted Cat
By: Michael Lee Johnson
{ekphrastic poem}
The painted cat
on my balcony
hangs in the sun,
bleaches out
it is wooden
survival kit,
cut short-
then rots
widen in joints,
no infant sparrow wings
nestled in the hole
beneath its neck-
then …

Escape the Slimy Hand

November 1, 2014 – 5:01 am | One Comment

Escape the Slimy Hand
By: Shawn Misener
this brain factory keeps me busy
and comfortably distant from death
keep the brains moving down the line
set the screws in the grey matter
tap tap tap away …


October 31, 2014 – 6:29 am | No Comment

by Jackie Fox
It thuds and clanks
like tennis shoes
in a dryer, only
I am the shoe,
sour, damp and
wedged into
the narrow
metal tube,
heart clanging.

Spirit of the Bat

October 30, 2014 – 5:54 am | No Comment

Spirit of the Bat
by Peggy Shumaker
Hair rush, low swoop—
so those of us
stuck here on earth
know—you must be gods.
Or friends of gods,
granted chances
to push off into sky,
granted chances
to hear so well
your …

Social Butterfly

October 29, 2014 – 5:01 am | No Comment

Social Butterfly
By Christopher Barnes
Frowners Department Store
Milton Keynes 2056 6251166

In Those Years

October 28, 2014 – 5:22 am | No Comment

In Those Years
by Adrienne Rich
In those years, people will say, we lost track
of the meaning of we, of you
we found ourselves
reduced to I
and the whole thing became
silly, ironic, terrible:
we were …

My Soul

October 27, 2014 – 5:55 am | No Comment

My Soul
by Reed Posey
My Soul My Soul
Balloon up under my skin
Attacking sharks of sex gas
Angel feather touch of crass poesy
And mechanical in form of popular expression
A lock of hair with …

The Woman

October 26, 2014 – 5:03 am | No Comment

The Woman
by David Meikeljohn
Like the woman who finds work manufacturing prosthetic limbs on an assembly line and enjoys it until losing her right forearm to the clamping gears. Like the …


October 25, 2014 – 6:26 am | No Comment

by Pat A Physics
My peace pipe froze on the way up the hill. The apprehension is
plain and the ponies are stultified. Acting with new purpose,
I rub my hands …

Pinecones in the Green, Green Grass

October 24, 2014 – 4:13 am | No Comment

Pinecones in the Green, Green Grass
by Amy Poland
On Thursdays I mow my
parent’s lawn.
My mother warns me
not to hit pinecones
with the mower.
I like the sound they make.
They bark,
a sharpish sound,
like …


October 23, 2014 – 5:21 am | No Comment

by Francisco A. De Icaza
Beneath the evening gold,
above the golden corn,
the mill moves slow
its jagged sails.
Above the golden corn
hugely it shovels down
from sky to earth
the evening hoard.

there is no winter here

October 22, 2014 – 5:14 am | 2 Comments

there is no winter here
by Dirk Michener
it’s become warm all year round
and night time is a nightmare
my diathesis withered
and porch turned pale
a large patch of carpet has a big red …

shelly in the desert

October 21, 2014 – 5:11 am | No Comment

shelly in the desert
by Dan Odell
hey you hot dog,
workin’ hard in the dessert
karma relief is near
i took that fellow to the Getty yesterday. it was transcendental.
he’s a burnt out alky …

images of the walking falls

October 20, 2014 – 5:56 am | No Comment

images of the walking falls
by Josiah Bomburger
images of the walking falls
through me into the black fortress of Yoni
the death was glass
a sarcophogus made with webbing
and the rhythm was haunting
a clock …


October 19, 2014 – 5:51 am | No Comment

by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois
You taste of cigarettes. You always forget to brush your teeth. I have to remind you. It’s part of our illicit ritual.
My wife tastes of pesto, …

First Skate

October 18, 2014 – 5:33 am | No Comment

First Skate
by Dean Smith
Anticipation builds as I near the pond
Mixed with anxiety–waiting so long
Every fall I look forward to gliding
O’er this frozen oval on steel blades riding
Tis a beautiful, blissful, …

a night in a small boat with a book of recipes

October 17, 2014 – 6:05 am | One Comment

a night in a small boat with a book of recipes
by Eric Sterling
I carved your initials in my leg with
a kitchen knife
and didn’t wash it
before putting it back
so that when …

3 Haikus by Jose Tablada

October 16, 2014 – 7:08 am | No Comment

Haiku of a Day
by Jose Tablada
Tender willow,
almost gold, almost amber,
almost light…
The geese on their
clay trumpets sound
false alarms.
Royal peacock, slowly fulgurant,
through the democratic barnyard
you pass like a procession…

spare rod

October 15, 2014 – 5:02 am | No Comment

the spoils of childhood
by Halifax
bend over
hold still
stop fidgeting
I haven’t even
touched you yet
move your hands
or by God
I’ll hit them too
I don’t want to hear it
you had this coming
so quit your sobbing
oh …


October 14, 2014 – 5:53 am | No Comment

by Clinton Van Inman
Engines lie
Rotting and rusting
In the sands
Roar no more to the
Sounds of freedom to
The flock of birds under
A carbon sky.