Sacré-Cœur
Sacré-Cœur by Virginie Colline Mother of Montmartre Mother of pearl Paris is your oyster Black waves at your feet In your heart a shelter
Tag: Poetry
Falling Asleep Reading Baudelaire's Une Charogne
Falling Asleep Reading Baudelaire’s Une Charogne By Joe Cloyd It was a morning in June, Remember? At the bend of the gravel Path… You were
HORSEFLY
HORSEFLY Dominae Cole There`s a horsefly trying to sexually assault me as I lay by the glimmering chlorine manhole. A slight breeze can be felt,
77 cutlass
77 cutlass by john penn our station wagon was not just sky blue it was like the sky we went everywhere in it along an
Barely the Minority?
Barely the Minority? By Joe Cloyd They’ll watch tv like blind dogs… Buy lottery tickets Listen to the same old songs… And bitch about taxes
Gold Label
Gold Label by a. jezzy Johnnie came to me from his home beneath the sink. I have nothing to give him but hotel shampoo, he
I like simple things
I like simple things by Hanna Elson Greenpoint, Brooklyn, after the fire,walking among men, unaware of the lonely.There is a crack, meters wide,putting pause in
An Elegy For Michael Jackson
An Elegy for Michael Jackson By Joe Cloyd What is the point of Concerning ourselves About the death of a Popstar? Men and women Endure
Costa Mesa
costa mesa by dominae cole The Santa Anas blow, while I pen your name on the back of my hand like a short list of
Travelers
travelers by christopher woods In the bus station I was near enough To be master of ceremonies, Seeing them on their way. But I had