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Considering Langston Hughes’ Influence on Modern Poetry

March 7, 2016 – 8:55 am | One Comment

On February 1, 2016, the anniversary of Langston Hughes’s 1902 birth, the poet achieved a 21st-century mark of distinction: his name trended on Twitter. Over at the music streaming service …

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Riding Schwinns in ’56

April 28, 2016 – 7:46 am | One Comment

Riding Schwinns in ’56
by Donal Mahoney

You had to have a Schwinn
to lead this pack of boys
riding bikes full speed
baking under the Chicago sun
laughing after senior year
heading to the local park
to play a game of ball
or lob a cane pole
in the park lagoon
with stinkbait on the hook
to catch a bullhead,
cousin of the catfish,
small but just as tough.

Riding Schwinns was High Mass
in the summer after high school
before everyone would join the Army
or wait to be drafted.
Maybe one or two of us
had sober fathers working
and we would go to college.
I was one of those.
Going to college was something
I was told I’d do from third grade on.
So do the homework, my father said,
or he’d wash up and visit the nuns.

Korea ended not too long before.
Two guys ahead of us
would never ride a Schwinn again
or go to college on the GI Bill.
One guy did come back.
For years he walked in circles
around his family’s back yard
smoking real Pall Malls,
unimpaired by filters, very long.
Butch was shell-shocked,
neighbors said.
We’d have to pray for him.
They didn’t call it PTSD back then.

Worldly Ambassadors

April 24, 2016 – 7:43 am | 2 Comments

Worldly Ambassadors
by Pat A Physics
“There is very little time,” she entoned.  “Yeah,” I half laughed half said.  “These are what you need to take, and the more you experience, the …


April 22, 2016 – 7:42 am | One Comment

by John Gray
To Arthur Edmonds
Geranium, houseleek, laid in oblong beds
On the trim grass. The daisies’ leprous stain
Is fresh. Each night the daisies burst again,
Though every day …

Did you see the moon tonight?

April 18, 2016 – 7:09 am | One Comment

Did you see the moon tonight?
by Ben Macnair
Did you see the moon tonight?
It hangs silently,
going through its cycles.
A rough draft,
A lump of clay, unfinished,
Drinking in the sunlight.
Did you see the …


April 16, 2016 – 7:23 am | 2 Comments

by Kathleen Driskell
In first grade, you met Squanto,
nearly naked and
on his haunches, showing
those thick-headed pilgrims
how one must plant fish
to grow maize. And in autumn
you dove into the lobotomized
pumpkin, into the …

Believe This

April 12, 2016 – 7:51 am | One Comment

Believe This
by Richard Levine
All morning, doing the hard, root-wrestling
work of turning a yard from the wild
to a gardener’s will, I heard a bird singing
from a hidden, though not distant, …

Peace and dolls, models I’d fuck.

April 10, 2016 – 7:49 am | No Comment

Peace and dolls, models I’d fuck.
by Smokey Farris
Tea jew,
Jack wanted me to inform you the sex seeve has arrived at our eastern ware house on a se6.
Half the shipment is …


April 8, 2016 – 7:45 am | One Comment

by Kieran Borsden
Remember when we were sunflowers,
elevated by spring-time devotion—
ever reaching to the boundless sky?
How we faced the sun, entranced, and followed
as it arced into the night—then waited
for tomorrow to …

After the Winter

April 6, 2016 – 7:37 am | One Comment

After the Winter
by Claude McKay

Some day, when trees have shed their leaves
And against the morning’s white
The shivering birds beneath the eaves
Have sheltered …


April 4, 2016 – 7:33 am | One Comment

by Tomás Sánchez Hidalgo
It’s seven in the morning
while we navigate through the Leviathan,
without a compass,
and with a wicked Tyrannosaurus
affixed to the very center
of the galleon’s deck,
in the middle of a …


April 2, 2016 – 5:27 am | One Comment

by Greg Bem
Dreaming of a fleeting bit of normalcy in my verse but I left it all.
No sense of noise and no sense of tone and my gut’s bigger.
Perhaps the …


March 30, 2016 – 7:24 am | One Comment

by Stefanie Bennett
The Beloved’s passing
Glance is
All you need
To know
Of a soaring
Radiance -.

Last Advice

March 28, 2016 – 7:22 am | One Comment

Last Advice
by Jeffrey Harrison
The night before my father died
I dreamed he was back home,
and I in my old room
on the third floor, and he
was calling up to me
from the bottom …


March 26, 2016 – 7:14 am | No Comment

by Denis Mair
I’m a moth drawn to a glow that soon fades
Where is that cherishing fire still tended?
At crossings where nobody watches
Someone may be lighting …

Finding the Lego

March 24, 2016 – 7:19 am | No Comment

Finding the Lego
by Maryann Corbett
You find it when you’re tearing up your life,
trying to make some sense of the old messes,
moving dressers, peering under beds.
Almost lost in cat hair and …

Deconstructing DNA

March 22, 2016 – 7:13 am | No Comment

Deconstructing DNA
by Casey Bush
(spinning yarns)
dogma at the public house
swamped by hogwash
what I see in the mirror
is more substantial
than what it reflects
(salt and pepper)
grown tired of Existentialism
all that being and nothingness
when …

Ode of Girls’ Things

March 20, 2016 – 7:17 am | One Comment

Ode of Girls’ Things
by Sharon Olds
I loved the things that were ours—pink gloves,
hankies with a pastoral scene in one corner.
There was a lot we were not allowed to do,
but what …


March 18, 2016 – 7:08 am | 2 Comments

by Ben Macnair
They say that a person,
and a Banana share 97%
of the same genetic material.
It is that 3% difference that leads to bones,
Opposable thumbs.
Inbuilt bullshit detectors.
Pack mentality,
and the internet.
and that …


March 16, 2016 – 7:05 am | One Comment

by Joan McNerney
If only it had not rained
the sky black and wet as
we hurried across streets.
Perhaps had he worn a
light coat it would have
been easier to spot.
Maybe if the cab …

electric grackle

March 14, 2016 – 7:53 am | One Comment

electric grackle
by Josh Bomberger, Oswald James

electric grackle shhhhh
grab hold of yr wing

letter rip

behind each gate
lies a destructive paradise


in limbo
to be unhatched my

by the unsuspecting fa
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of the six gates ri
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Why they call this March when the doors are mostly sleeping

March 14, 2016 – 7:02 am | One Comment

Why they call this March when the doors are mostly sleeping
by Dan Raphael
Texture not a knee
blanket or furnace
fog in a valley seen from above
night’s not always colder
Learning to inhale mouthless
my …

once was lost

March 5, 2016 – 5:19 pm | 3 Comments

By: Halifax
the search party
once was lost
became twice
when once revisited
to form a habit
in denial
of being single
once again
there is no going back
to when there was one
since one is seen
at a distance
similar to …

Review of the album by Mike Garson – “The Bowie Variations”

March 3, 2016 – 7:35 am | One Comment

Review of the album by Mike Garson – “The Bowie Variations” 2011
Review by Volodymyr Bilyk
Back in the 2011, when everybody seemed to give up on waiting for something from the …

Les Rêveries Réelles

February 28, 2016 – 7:11 am | 2 Comments

Les Rêveries Réelles
by Amit Parmessur
I see myself sucking on an erect Marlboro
backstage and letting the smoke make
slow love with my green tongue while
crowds of eager fans queue up for …

To End in Tragedy

February 26, 2016 – 6:42 am | One Comment

To End in Tragedy
by Holly Day
the octopi approach one another with resignation
knowing their coupling is doomed
that there is no happy end to this story.
Their limbs float around them as they …

A Walk to Carter’s Lake

February 24, 2016 – 6:58 am | One Comment

A Walk to Carter’s Lake
By David Bottoms
Look, above the creek, hummingbirds in the trumpet vine.
Not too close, wait. See the green blurs
stitching the leaves?
Here at the edge of the millennium
I …


February 22, 2016 – 7:08 am | One Comment

by Stefanie Bennett

… You remained the same
For 40 years:
You put the cat out
Of the milk money -.
The squatter’s chair -.
The imaginary Diva
From next door -.
The pilot-light
And a picture
Of Pompeii.

Always, you …

Sixty Years Later I Notice, Inside A Flock Of Blackbirds,

February 20, 2016 – 7:07 am | One Comment

Sixty Years Later I Notice, Inside A Flock Of Blackbirds,
by David Evans
the Venetian blinds
I dusted off
for my mother on
Saturday mornings,
closing, opening them
with the pull cord a few
times just to watch …

Pants on Fire

February 16, 2016 – 7:02 am | One Comment

Pants on Fire
by Donal Mahoney
Rhoda, I can’t say why Amanda
was picked and not Tiffany
for anchor of our Nightly News.
I interviewed both
because Mr. Smith wanted
a woman’s opinion.
I honestly don’t know.
I made …

Country Love Song

February 14, 2016 – 7:06 am | One Comment

Country Love Song
By Melanie Almeder
I try to think of the cup of a hand,
of legs in a tangle, and not the thistle
though even it, purpled, spiking away,
wants …

The Months

February 12, 2016 – 7:01 am | One Comment

The Months
By Linda Pastan
Contorted by wind,
mere armatures for ice or snow,
the trees resolve
to endure for now,
they will leaf out in April.
And I must be as patient
as the trees—
a winter resolution
I …