Michele McDannold
Author's posts
Apr 18
Breaking Free by Heather Kays
Breaking Free I moved across the country to leave you behind, To break free of your bullshit, And I’ve never felt better. In the quiet of my new life, I’m reclaiming everything I lost and had not found, Every breath unburdened by your darkness. But if our paths cross again, If you somehow find your …
Apr 17
2 poems by Nancy Patrice Davenport
Ex-Lovers and Kittens #1 it’s another Sunday in January the devil is beating his wife rain falls on sunny bricks I am still drunk from last night the hangover is for now, postponed as I wander half-awake questioning introspection the earth is for now washed clean in dull grey-green Diebenkorn shades the eaves are filled …
Apr 16
2 poems by Catherine Zickgraf
This is the Path that Leads to Hell We wrap ourselves in a death spiral. The water cycle is off track, depths of God’s wrath part clouds, cough chariot dust down his mountains. I see into you. We can’t unscrew ourselves after all these afternoons we twist vines, spin satellites around planets around lost tea …
Apr 15
THE POLISH HAMMER POETRY CORNER: Splitting Heirs by Karl Koweski
Splitting Heirs It occurs to me, probably more often than it should, that I have yet to see my twenty-two-year-old son in the company of a female. His life is his own, of course, to do with as he sees fit, but I see a lot of me in a lot of him. So, why …
Apr 14
2 poems by Wayne Mason
Wayne Mason is a writer and sound artist from central Florida USA. He is the author of several chapbooks of poetry and experimental prose. A product of his working class surroundings, Mason is as influenced by machines and industrial landscapes as much as he is the cut-up method and deconstruction. He has used these as …
Apr 13
The Last Real Poet by R.M. Engelhardt
THE LAST REAL POET The last real poet Sits alone by himself Somewhere in a cabin In Upstate NY Around the age of 95 Still alive But they all forgot about him Years Ago The prizes The many lives many Loves he had once His memory fades From time to time Unsure if …
Apr 12
2 poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan
Potato Man I am descended from a long line of Irish peasants, potato farmers to be more exact, working the land for English plantation owners. One peasant hooked up with the master’s daughter, the master giving his daughter an ultimatum. She chose the Irish peasant, and they were both banished to the new world. And …
Apr 11
from Jazz Fingerings #32 by Sheila E. Murphy
from Jazz Fingerings #32 There is no such thing as being comfortable. Birds together cross the sky unmusically but romantically in formation. Lacking information maybe, like justice chased and chaste. One observes the shows that relieve us of responsibility. Would Phil Harper please pick up a white paging phone. Unless relaxing shapes the shaved head of …
Apr 11
the sutra is evergreen by jw summerisle
jw summerisle is an autistic poet from the english east midlands. a former foyles young poet of the year, they have two chapbooks in print: kinfolk (2022) with black sunflowers poetry press, and the book of bad mothers (2024) with back room poetry.
Apr 10
2 poems by April Ridge
Defying the Times The red leaf blooms dangling from delicate tree fingers, they incite hope in a gray afternoon where nothing but static hangs in the unbalanced nature of this paled-out world. The softened blossoms glimmer, they glean, they pull the badness from everything and make a teary eye shine with not a cloud of …
