"Let's go back
to when you hung
on my words like monkey bars
when you sighed the first time
you ever kissed me,
gave me lottery winning eyes
when you kissed me again"
Key Hole Apocalypse by Sarah Thursday
All the distances are black ants
on gray clouds slipping by fingers
The gray is a blue child's breath
The gray is a stubbled man's beard
Jules Talks to Jules by Trish Hopkinson
Trish Hopkinson gets into character with her Pulp Fiction inspired poem, "Jules Talks to Jules"
We cool. Cool like Fonzies, like Caine in “Kung Fu.”
People meet people—get into character, walk the earth,
share a cab, get in situations, adventures.
When We Pose for Photos by Alex Simand
Photos never quite tell the whole story. New poetry from Alex Simand.
"when you smile I hold you
like a falcon, hand outstretched,
terror drips,
a burning ember I toss
from hand to tongue,
until pop! goes the flash"
Dear Blond-haired, Blue-eyed Jesus by Sarah Thursday
Jesus, in the glowing photograph, the kindness in your eyes is home comfort. The kind I've never known. Like you'd never flip the flames in your mind, burn my mother-loving hands. You are not in flight but water-walking to bring me fish and wine.
Poets in the Backfield by Strider Jones
Poets in the Backfield by Strider Jones- a poem about feeling lost in this negative world.
Bodies of Water by Michael Passafiume
"Bodies of Water" by Michael Passafiume- a poem about not being afraid to dive into love.
First Ride by Sarah Thursday
They dared me to ride under, past
their obstacle course —I did have something
to prove—I needed to win this race.
I held tight to my handles, gripped sharply
onto the balance I found there near
the street.
The Weight of Stones by Charles F. Thielman
He layers ink over each caesura,
some distance from leaving
his scars to the weight of stones.
Pressboard Salvation by Sarah Thursday
It wasn't their secrets I sought
but my own secrets squashed down
in the carpet between rows and rows
of tight loops, pushed hard
into the waxy terrain.