Etiqueta: little chews
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“Window Seat Musings” by Snigdha Agrawal
shut out from the world,my life fits in neatlyinto the dimensions of this roomMa had it painted recently.one entire wall, floor to ceilingthe guy from Asian Paintssuggested a tropical forest:birds frozen mid-flight,petals strewn by an imaginary wind,bamboo trees, bowingas though offering respectsto Mother Earth morning, noon, night,those painted wings keep…
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“Rain” by Britta Benson
Always a realist, even in her wildest dreams, she decided to name the child Rain. Initially, Blood, seemed far more appropriate, looking at the mess this tiny creature had created upon arrival, but no. She promised herself, that she would not be a vengeful mother. When it came to naming…
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“I Can’t Stand Losing in Life” by H.L. Dowless
I go far and wide on wild journeys,All the way to the ends of the earth,In search of the glory and wealth I’ve been yearningFor,Ever since the day of my birth. Every time I venture out,Six months later, I drift back in.Mumzie,I have to find my predestined clout,I don’t know…
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“Blind Date” by Bill Tope
I stole a glance into the living room, where my blind date was waiting. LeAnn, my roommate, said she met him at the grocery store, and he seemed nice. More likely, she ran into him at the tavern, where she hung out all the time. He asked her out, she…
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“BEFORE THE DISRUPTION” by Carl Bernard Schwartz
The sky was pale yellowNot the usual sunlightAnd the air was complicated bySomething other than smoke or fogIt was a stage set forSkilled actors to take a fall I was sitting in my carWindows up, AC onStereo playing a Baroque fugueOn period instrumentsUntil starkly interrupted by aBreaking news announcement All…
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“Father of Autumn” by Yongbo Ma
Father of Autumn sets forth from the flowershe passes through all things and the darkness between themdeepening himself in the light, with plenteous flamesgathered between his browsriding a bundle of rice stalksfather of Autumn glides like sunlight over the water’s edgehe goes to the heights, a great golden axe glowing…
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“The Minotaur” by Matias Travieso-Diaz
The bull came up and had intercourse with [Pasiphae], as if with a real cow. Pasiphae gave birth to Asterios (Asterius), who was called Minotauros. He had the face of a bull, but was otherwise human. – Pseudo-Apollodorus, Bibliotheca 3. 8 – 11 Princess Ariadne trembled like a windswept leaf…
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“Happiness as a religion” by Mykyta Ryzhykh
Another day when I pretend that this poem is needed by someoneAnd meanwhile stand there vomiting into the toilet the chocolate of lonelinessWhat else can you suggest to fill this emptiness in my chest, stomach, intestines, kidneys?Every letter in my head turns into the first man I meetOh yes, I…
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Get Black on White: An Overview of the Poems of John Yamrus by Pete Mladinic
The short-story writer and poet Raymond Carver said get black on white. John Yamrus lives that adage. He doesn’t think about doing it, he does it. An original, reluctant to call himself a poet, his poems have the intuitiveness of Emily Dickinson, the grit of Todd Moore, the street-smarts of…
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“Leda was a dancer.” by John Yamrus
Leda was a dancer. i thinkit was 1969and we were sitting onthe floor in the front room of her house, playingrecords on the stereo. i rememberplaying Steppenwolfand Simon and Garfunkle. i remembershe had her shoes offand was showing me her feet, how theywere all messed up(even at such a young…
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“Odyssey of Ellison: Get Her Number First” by Bill Tope
A collaboration with Doug Hawley Dewey looked up at the new barista in his favorite Starbucks, and noted with appreciation her slender hips, her cute face, and the gorgeous auburn hair spilling down her back and shoulders. He noticed her the last two times he’d been here, but was too…
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“Stars Fled From Your Eyes” by Michelle Ayon Navajas
stars fled from your eyesand the shadow of deathcast upon your faceon this dark gloomy nightfilled with goodbyesand unending sighsof a once-promising life stars fled from your eyesand you stop dreamingof what could have been’sand what ifsa future you may never seefor it has become so bleakand gloomy stars fled…
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“I Wanna Be a High Roller!” by H.L. Dowless
I want to be a high roller,Walk around with the big dogsBaby,A real-life man of action,Rock ‘n roll out-a-controller! Don’t want to be no pokinyo chauwawaLady,I want to howl at the moon with Spike!I have what you and many centerfold models want.Dear woman,We all know fast times mixed with big…
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Poems About School by Lynn White
Miss Pass My first best friend was Susan.We were inseparable.Soon we would be starting school.Starting at the same school.It shouldn’t be a problem.But Susan was three months olderand this was a problem.She must start earlier,and we would be parted.Unthinkable!!Such concern from our parents.But all was well.It wouldn’t be a problem.And…
