Fast to Say I’m Finished… by Jason Wright
Fast to say finish Please let me go away, to another place. Where the fire melts the fear away, And the warm water is flowing blue and green, Where [...]
New Ceremonies for Old Skin by Jason Wright
See this old skin, see these baggy eyes, see this plastic smile and lions grin? Let the ceremonies begin. See this dragon walk, breathe into a bastards lung, see [...]
Blue Dog by Man The Storm
Well I've lost my center of gravity Noone was looking out for me And I fell down, like we all do eventually. And in my eyes, I see a [...]
A Better Tomorrow by Jason Wright
When I look into your eyes I can see pain, misfortune like the train of your mind has taken a turn out of rotation like if life is divided [...]
Behind That Curtain by Andrew Borne
Editors Note: I just want to say that I am delighted to feature Andrew Borne again. I think his poetry always surprises me, and I appreciate his work, and am honored [...]
John M. Pungitore’s Nightmares and Punishment-
Slowly John’s eyes opened. The glare from the sun was so brutal that he couldn’t see for a solid minute. He lay there, not knowing where he was or [...]
10 Jagged Thoughts by Jason
I want to write a new song. Maybe one that sounds like Bob Dylan. Nah, Leonard Cohen, I hate Bob Dylan. Just another Jagged Thought by Jason I would [...]
Retraction: “Memorable Times With Ivan”
This post that was previously published brought about some confusion on who wrote Letter from Provinceton and who wrote New York 1960. This is a loving tribute from Bridget Galway to [...]
The lonely boy on christmas
There once was a town it seemed that was always cold. Even when it was warm it still was always cold. The people were mean. The people weren't green. [...]
i got the pro’s prose thats all I have by jason wright
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fvtvH4KhfnM im gonna write a poem, to show you all I do belong, in a winter world, where the pace is long, and I keep on writing to keep it strong. [...]
Andrew Borne’s Here and Now, featuring art from Julianna Murphy Studios.
HERE AND NOW new notion Look UNION DEER it is Now Up DRIED ID ID it is it Look, UP On to Here it is act, It [...]
Alex Duridas’ Dunes! — image by Om Gee!
"Dunes" its a slow walk down from the dunes that lead back to the pavement. And I know the back and forth as well as anyone. As well as she might. [...]
Memorable Times With Ivan (Poems by Ivan Wendell Hubbard and Bridget Galway)
Letter from Provincetown the beauty of this place is beyond me reds and blues of the morning sky then how high white in the sky the sun stands [...]
To Eyedea.
Here I am in the cold, smoking a cigarette. And I find out that Eyedea has passed on. I guess another fallen star falls down to earth sleeping in [...]
Adrienne Drobnies’ “The Devil”
Más sabe el diablo por viejo que por diablo At 22, you mugged my life squeezed your arm around its neck rifled through its pocketswith your large, aged [...]
Beautiful Ugly Thing By Erin “Rant Poet” Burns
A visual cacophony This beautiful thing To die a violent death could Bring an end to this begin- ning. A dismal dismantling Of internal organs weighed and measured to [...]
Alex Duridas’s “The Summer It Rained All Day Long”
The Summer it rained all day long like a fraudulent card left at the bottom of a purse. Pursuant to a dream. A large catalog of ideas. A slap. Lipped over [...]
GREAT SHARK WARNING by Susan Major-Tingey
Across TV and radio waves an alarm rings over Massachusetts, a great hoopla is unfolding, a summer WARNING, a fear of great white sharks in east coastal waters. A child asks [...]
The Love Letter Tango by Lewis Reginald Morris
In front of an audience of my Water rippled reflection… Basking in the thunderous applause Of your pulse, I listened to your breath Enunciate your secrets with every exhale That leaves [...]
Thought For the Day by HIS House
Can God give me the correct change??? It has been said that Thoughts Create Words. Words Create Action. Action Creates Habits. Habits Create Character. Character Creates Destiny. I say: [...]
That Very Thin Line by Shamaiah Tibet
That Very Thin Line We sucked up that thin line between love and hate. Our hearts becoming black holes as our energy collected in space. Electric. We didn't dare touch it. [...]
Doug Holder’s Furnished Room-Newbury St-Boston: 1978
By: Doug Holder _______________________________________ The raw, coiled red glare of the hot plate-- the urine stain of a sink and the waft of Red Sauce from Davio's below-- The [...]