Michele McDannold
Author's posts
Feb 20
2 poems by Jeff Taylor
Struggle Bus Revolution Being in therapy has brought me to the realization that I’m terrible at life. I fumble across a spectrum of struggle buses masking their way through rotary after rotary. I’ll never be the most reliable voice in your wallet but I’ll always be stretching the limits of steel and rubber, I’ll always …
Feb 19
Observer Effect III by Jim Murdoch
Observer Effect III Curiously enough, one cannot read a book; one can only reread it.—Vladimir Nabokov This poem won’t make sense to you the first time you read it so let’s pretend this is the second time and jump straight to the next stanza. The words in a poem never change. They are fixed, immutable, …
Feb 19
a minor writer by Kurt Nimmo
a minor writer if you want to be a famous writer you kill somebody, he said, and then write a fucking opus in prison. he lit a cigarette, blew smoke into the air, and continued. or kidnap the mayor’s daughter. I can see that working, I can see the headlines emblazoned in gold and outlined …
Feb 18
THE POLISH HAMMER POETRY CORNER: The Ballad of Extended Adolescence by Karl Koweski
The Polish Hammer Poetry Corner The Ballad of Extended Adolescence Twenty miles away from where I’m sitting right now writing this column, my twenty-two-year-old son is sitting in a rented house staring at a computer screen of his own. He’s not writing a column or working on a novel that’s only going to fizzle out …
Feb 17
3 poems by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal
I Am Luis I am Luis. I am not an alien. I came from Mexico. I am Cuauhtémoc too. I was born in the 60’s. I speak Spanish. I speak English too. Why am I condemned? You cannot conquest me. I remember the place where I came from, my grandparents, my aunts, my uncles, and …
Feb 16
Resistance by Mimi German
Resistance how much you resist is how much you are alive say the women of rojava there the women ground the moon men fold into the kitchen their mothers protectors of the village where power is neither beholden or given in the commune of my mind i live with them fighting but reality barges in …
Feb 15
Naked Wishes by Westley Heine
Naked Wishes You started as a reflection in the mirror behind the bar. After you sang you came down, sat, and we made eye contact. Gave you mouth to mouth outside where the smokers stand. The cab window a shaky Polaroid with grins and telepathy. Suddenly awake in your walk-up cozy pillow laden lady lair. …
Feb 14
2 poems by Nathan Graziano
That Big D Mentality “I love my dick,” says the young man sitting with his friend at the bar. They’re both good-looking guys who work for the city’s sanitation department; the bearded kid drives the garbage truck, and the kid who loves his dick, fit and tanned, rides the back, collecting the cans. “I just …
Feb 13
Poems & Art by Bree
And They March people are hurting. they are lured or hurled from their blond carpeted living rooms into dark cellars made to eat cold slop from a wet bucket with their dirty hands, and our govt’s solution is to take back half of that cold slop to use as compost in their fourth houses’ second …
Feb 12
2 poems by Ainne “Ayn” Frances dela Cruz
Mice The poet of beauty sees mice at the table so white, and frail, red-eyed, glowing how frequently through opium eyes, I see only what is on the other side of me. That wall, so dark and dank and locked with moats, only mice can get through. What wall, what mice What eyes gets through …
