Michele McDannold
Author's posts
Jul 18
guy eating grocery store sushi on the midnight d train by John Grochalski
guy eating grocery store sushi on the midnight d train it’s midnight on the d train which means this city’s turned back into a rotted-out pumpkin there’s a man vaping making the train car smell like strawberries and weed another guy is drinking a gallon of whole milk and spoon eating peanut butter out of …
Jul 17
Fragmentation by Juliet Cook
Fragmentation The robots break dance to commemorate human extinction. Supplant human language with AI generated words. New history of new birthing process. Hearse parked outside Adult Mart. Robots making out with loitering dead human corpse heads until they break down into past severed ties. I can’t read your robot mind and you replaced mine. Bugbot …
Jul 16
He by Peycho Kanev
He The world tonight is so old, so dark, as if its long-awaited end is near. Dogs sleep in the dark, silence creeps into every corner. Behind the open window in the living room, even the curtains do not stir. Outside, it’s so quiet, it’s as if the night stands before the blackboard, without having …
Jul 15
THE POLISH HAMMER POETRY CORNER: Living Ain’t For Everybody by Karl Koweski
Living Ain’t For Everybody I emerge from my study for two goddam minutes, just trying to grab a cherry limeade Frostie out of the kitchen when I hear a raspy voice pronounce ominously. “119.” I don’t have to ask what the number signifies; it’s all the old bastard has been talking about since the first …
Jul 14
ON BOB KAUFMAN’S 100th BIRTHDAY by Kevin Ridgeway
ON BOB KAUFMAN’S 100th BIRTHDAY Gray skies on Good Friday over a nameless super tramp, thumbing my way up north until I’m at the cross streets where I was born to become a ghost in between the lines and in between the pauses where the music fades beautifully— a pain worth sticking around for, wisdom …
Jul 13
Oscillating Godhead Catastrophe by Tony Brewer
Oscillating Godhead Catastrophe Now we are obsolete just as the dolphins bid us welcome home Not one or two but infinitely containable If you can hear this portrait of destruction I made the frame thudding like distance crack like sting We don’t have enough water food blood bags waves power clean needles instead the empty …
Jul 12
Polaroid of My Parents, Christmas, 1978 by Jason Irwin
Polaroid of My Parents, Christmas, 1978 Could they ever have been that young— my father 37, my mother 35—posing in that low saturation of pinks & blues, the mist haloing them like a specter? Yet at that moment, as my seven-year-old hands fumbled with my father’s camera, they appeared happy, or so I believed. Though …
Jul 11
In This Place by Karen Cline-Tardiff
In This Place Beer comes in a can and they’ve got Old Crow in the well and everyone knows not to play A17 when Knucklehead Dave’s had more than four beers, The pool table has quarters laid down the rail and no one jumps their turn to slam that 8-ball, unless that 8-ball happens to …
Jul 10
JEHOVAH JUKEBOX by Joan Jobe Smith reviewed by Zack Kopp
JEHOVAH JUKEBOX by Joan Jobe Smith A review by Zack Kopp In these poems, plastic surgeons make a thousand a week per customer as Sinatra gets sent back to heaven and Bukowski chugs cheap beer at the No-No a Go-Go, one night finally telling the author, “’You gotta write about that madness, kid.’ So I …
Jul 09
brute by Max Magenta
brute she stared me directly in the eyes ‘you’re not a man, you’re a brute’ a smile crossed my lips ‘i’m no doorknob either, lady’ still staring at me her lip now curled ‘i’d smack you but i don’t want to get shit on my palm’ even i must admit that was a good one …
