Tagged: new poetry
Follow the Leader
My mom said, “Stop thinking so much,” So I read a bunch of books and tried to imagine What it would be like to be anyone else Who Jane Austen ever wrote The boy...
Confessions of a Nice Person
I’m sick of consideration of tip-toeing with subservient salutations mentally groveling to figure the proper expression of an emotional need taking heed always stubbing my own toes never touching those of my foes I’m...
Catching Up
I feel the ache in my hip while running for the bus. At this time of the day it’s full of pensioners. As I sprint with hopeful but ever fading youth, I am quite...
How The World Should Be
You look at the world With brand new eyes And guard the secrets of everyday`s adventures You hold the key of wonder Smiling at the passengers of time That lost the faith in themselves...
My Cat, Therefore
My cat can cook. I know this ’cause she drops food into her water bowl. Even she can’t stand the taste of boredom. It makes me more sympathetic toward alcoholics and people hooked on...
Unexpected Feast
Haibun Poems All thirty of us sit at folding tables covered in plastic in Oscar’s hot, unfinished basement. Pipes emerge from the boiler in the back corner. One of them runs the length...
When It’s Done
What’s in that place beyond the pines? The dark recesses and cragged peaks Valleys that swirl with sumptuous lavenders and honeyed golds Caverns enswirled by misty hues of turquoise deep The fronds that billow...
The Color of Ash
One day your heart will turn brittle. It will crack open and every love letter you composed in your mind, but never sent, every song you hummed to yourself while you fell into your...
Tasting Wine
When getting wasted tasting wine, you’re clearly never wasting time. Choose to spit and waste it, fine; as long as you’re not tasting mine. more by LUCAS HOWARD Photograph by Emanuel Feruzi
