Oddball Magazine’s Parade of Poets Poem by Jake St. John
Old Highway Blues On days like this when the remaining patches of snow melt and the green grass begins to pop through and only seems green because we haven’t seen it [...]
Old Highway Blues On days like this when the remaining patches of snow melt and the green grass begins to pop through and only seems green because we haven’t seen it [...]
One Morning © Stacy Esch Kissing you Hear as my silence is (PART V) We merge alone together now While life has intercourse with time Logic is replaced [...]
Illustration © Stacy Esch Kissing you Hear as my silence is (PART IV) The move of your mind is free To dance and bare no harm to come [...]
© 2013 Allison Goldin Kissing you Hear as my silence is (PART III) You can understand the spiritual physics of laughter's sensuality Relieved as the evaporation of need or [...]
© 2013 Allison Goldin Kissing you Hear as my silence is (PART II) You are being now You find you are returned by the touch of air You can [...]
© 2013 Ira Joel HaberKissing You Hear as my silence is (PART I) You are the proof of love lives And the end of lonely is the completion of alone You [...]
Oddball is happy to present the first of what we hope will be ongoing contributions from C.C. Arshagra a poet who has worn many hats at Stone Soup and the New [...]
Sometimes you drive to the mountains where sometimes the leaves are turning. There is a girl in the mountains. She’s not actually in one of the mountains but she’s in [...]