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Category: Poetry

Cleaning House

January 28, 2016August 13, 2021 John Michael Antonio

(For my sisters) Familial alarm clock Mercilessly screaming the Blood red fingers of time Forces you to strike Back and embarrass it With a slap of your own As your stinging waking eyes Look at molesting ashes In an abusive urn Being spread out Dream like By your hands on Read more

A Few Good Men, Featured, PoetryJohn Michael Antonio, male chauvinist, poetry, woman's work1 Comment

Frida,Black Dove

January 23, 2016October 4, 2018 Elizabeth Kirkpatrick Vrenios

Burn this house, Burn it blue
Sad one, Sad one Sad One,
Guitar, seeking fire, like a hunger motor
sings of the broken body,
steel rivers humming:
The night sky burns with fire

PoetryElizabeth Kirkpatrick Vrenios, Frieda Kahlo, poetryLeave a comment

Broken

January 19, 2016September 13, 2018 SA Smith

Broken, less than … that’s how I feel. A shadow of the person I am supposed to be. Never able to finish what I plan or hope to accomplish. Always checking to see how I feel. Have I overdone? Will the pain be too much? I feel like a pain. Read more

Featured, PoetryCRPS, mental health, pain, poetry, SA Smith12 Comments

My Lover Does Not Deserve Black

January 12, 2016October 4, 2018 Elizabeth Kirkpatrick Vrenios

I wear scarlet to his funeral, a beautiful floor-length affair with sleeves that flick the air like flames, a splash of red electricity. I swirl with the bagpipe’s skirls. Sounds hunchbacked and keening, drench the mourners crushed in black, mute and dark eyed. I am the solitary scarlet bell. My Read more

Poetrydeath, Elizabeth Kirkpatrick Vrenios, grief, love, poetry, romance2 Comments

To the Human Barbie, From Barbie

January 6, 2016October 4, 2018 Sandy Coomer

I saw you on the internet, your waist a narrow funnel from your chest, your hips flared out to fit the width of bones required to walk, to sit. Let’s talk about your face – your lineless forehead and your pouty lips, your eyes so wide the sun could burn Read more

Featured, Poetrybody image, Human Barbie, Sandy Coomer, self esteem, Valeria Lukyanova5 Comments

Always Sorry

January 3, 2016October 4, 2018 H.M. Jones

Screaming so loud my voice breaks, only the fragile hear me, and they’ll be the next to break. Mommy’s sick and sorry and so sick of being sorry that anything to numb the rage seems a proper penalty, a gift to give you peace. Smacking my face, alcohol craze, cigarettes Read more

Featured, Poetryabuse, child abuse, emotional health, H.M. Jones, mental health, mother6 Comments

Little Dave “Argue” 1997

December 30, 2015September 13, 2019 Elizabeth Regen

a creative madness soaks my conscience pulsing emotion wets me up i panic with the breaking of the news i unsuccessfully reach back in time to grab the facts an attempt to change them a pathetic, bleeding hope to remove them to reform my eternal reality I WANT FOR IT Read more

Poetry, The Way I See It with Elizabeth Regenaddiction, elizabeth regen, friendship, grief, poetry1 Comment

To Kiss a Married Man

December 23, 2015October 4, 2018 Sandy Coomer

it would be because he was a player a rake, and we both knew we were shooting hell blinded by the way night rolls he would take his jacket off his hands on my shoulders and then my hips, and he would smell like cognac and sweet tobacco, his eyelashes Read more

Featured, Poetryaffair, love, marriage, poem, poetry, Sandy CoomerLeave a comment

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