Matt Rouse Fallen Heroes She threw her Captain America towel down dramatically at the edge before she cannonballed into the pool and now she won’t stop complaining that she is cold. Matt Rouse lives in Orange County and likes writing one sentence poems because they appear to work well with his ADHD.
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David James: “Solution”
David James Solution I wrote her a poem and she said, ‘I hate poetry’ and I said, ‘OK, just read the words then.’ David James lives in Atlanta where he reads a lot and writes not a lot.
Read MoreWilliam Cullen, Jr.: “I Could Have Used Queequeg”
William Cullen, Jr. I Could Have Used Queequeg I put one foot forward in front of the other heel to toe and count the paces off to indicate the size of the plot I’d like to buy. The author’s poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in *82Review, Canary, Farming Magazine, New Verse News, The Drought […]
Read MorePearl Pirie: “Toddler”
Pearl Pirie Toddler Running her finger over the memorial stone singing the ABC song. Pearl Pirie is a perpetual inertia machine glad for the tiny creatures of compost of Ottawa.
Read MoreHowie Good: “Rain City”
Howie Good Rain City Just because some days are better than others doesn’t mean any day is particularly good, like today when the tinny sound of rain overlays everything we say and windows frame trees that in the sodden light might be taken for the dark- haired men in shiny black leather coats who watch. […]
Read MoreJon Densford: “MEMENTO MORI “
Jon Densford MEMENTO MORI (Found in the Syllabus Philosophy 176: Death, Open Yale Courses) “There will be no final exam.” Jon Densford of Memphis, TN, thinks you should listen to Caroline Bergvall read Shelley’s MontBlanc (“Pervaded With That Ceaseless Motion”) free of charge on the World Wide Web.
Read MoreMaisie Williams: “Poem #1”
Maisie Williams Poem #1: I fell for you like jumping off the roof which is to say I measure love by the distance to the concrete. The Maisie Williams who wrote this poem is not the one you’re thinking of.
Read MoreSara Pirkle Hughes: “A Simile for His Name”
Sara Hughes A Simile for His Name Just as whiskey takes the shape of a hip flask, his name takes the shape of my mouth, the brown honey of each syllable lingering on my tongue, and the risk I take holding it in, and the risk I take spitting it out, turn his name to […]
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