Elegy
By Fiona Helmsley
My hot mess mentoress.
My sweet muse of self- abuse.
Who showed me how to wear
A dime- store diadem in my hair
And all my scars as accessories.
Elegy
By Fiona Helmsley
My hot mess mentoress.
My sweet muse of self- abuse.
Who showed me how to wear
A dime- store diadem in my hair
And all my scars as accessories.
Orphan born … Continue reading→
Two Untitled Poems
By Simon Perchik
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You water this box
the way flowers take up the slack
are circling down to reach the corners
who have lost everything, torn
from the rot all wood scrapes … Continue reading→
Battlefield
for Frank Stanford
By Dalton Day
1.
On the night you left
we had a dream about wolves again
They bit into the tires of cars
drug flowers through the streets
while we watched … Continue reading→
Robert Lowell
By Ehud Sela
The year first quarter quartered
The wind whispers in the shade between trees
The pool pump pumps
The AC hums
A female mosquito seeks my blood.
And you dead … Continue reading→
Fallen Apart
For Chinua Achebe
By D.M Aderibigbe
Ah! Grandpa Chinua, who
Could have ever known the soil of
Ogidi could fashion out
A seer, you’re a man of the people,
For sure I know, … Continue reading→