Michele McDannold
Author's posts
May 06
THE POLISH HAMMER POETRY CORNER: Everybody Else is Stacking Cash, So Why Ain’t I? by Karl Koweski
Everybody Else is Stacking Cash, So Why Ain’t I? How much money you got stashed in your bank account? What’s your 401K looking like? Do you have at least four months’ salary put back in savings in case you lose your job? These are the sort of questions my wife bombards …
May 05
2 poems by James Duncan
Sky Blue Eggshells everything I hear out the window will outlive me,the birds giving birth to birds giving birth to birds dead tendrils of houseplant lie in piles on the floorcoiling snakes of yesterday the dust of tomorrow a hammering echoes in the neighborhood distanceso I close the window but still hear the soft intrusion …
May 04
The Unluckiest Man Alive by Gregory Smith
The Unluckiest Man Alive “Yet another souvenir for the box,” Wally mumbled to himself, gazing at his right shoe. Wally felt the hole in the sole. The discarded shoe would join his wristwatch that had stopped keeping time, his burnt Park Ranger hat and his ripped gray trousers in the box of “shocking” memorabilia he …
May 03
a poem & art by Carl Scharwath
Anthropomorphism Darkness dreams slowly as she stands on the edge of space. Empty crossings in the corner capture her in a constellation. She is stardust, she is earth. Carl Scharwath, has appeared globally with 250+ publications selecting his writing or art. Carl has published four poetry …
May 02
2 short fictions by Dan Denton
Three Pills and Two Different Sighs He sat at his two-chair table after work. His forearms heavy in the apartment’s kitchenette. He sipped black gunpowder from a chipped and stained ceramic coffee mug, and stared at three pill bottles sitting across from him. The ups and downs of being bipolar were down down down again, …
May 01
You out here by Rhea Melina
You out here Yeah, you out here making fun of millionaires in space but have you canceled your Prime membership? If not, it’s you paying for it, all of it with your money and your time and your energy and your eyes and you will go nearly blind but won’t be able to pay for …
Apr 30
Age 49, Buying My First Electric Guitar by Steve Henn
Age 49, Buying My First Electric Guitar after Gerald Stern’s “Grapefruit” I am pulling into the short wide driveway, There’s his red truck with ladders affixed, There is the pole barn he said to look for, a sign On the door reading Come on Inside in cursive, And there he is, the seller, a good …
Apr 30
Aloha Airlines Ticket by Christian Hanz Lozada
Aloha Airlines Ticket In the pouch of Papa’s camera, I find carbon copied airline tickets with just his kids’ names on them, and I remember seeing a sepia picture of three skinny brown children, churched up for the flight, squeezed into starched clothes and framed with boxy, proportional suitcases at their feet. Their smiles hide …
Apr 29
THE POLISH HAMMER POETRY CORNER: The Unpredictability of Fate by Karl Koweski
The Unpredictability of Fate Or An Open Letter to Billy Zane A wiser man than I once said that fate was a monkey. I’m inclined to agree. I read a news article the other day about a local man who died of a hatchet chop to the throat last week while on “a journey …
Apr 28
Abilities by Ken Poyner
Abilities His wife thinks he goes wandering in the park to watch the girls walk their dogs. She imagines him redreaming the unbreakable legs, the jangling breasts that look forward and not down, hips that have remained mindful of use, eyes that have not seen disillusion; their sway and tramp as they manage to keep …
