Michele McDannold
Author's posts
Mar 08
Electors by Tony Brewer
Electors When the smoke rises properly, you get a new pope When the entrails slide into the grass, we pick a new chief You have to grow up with reasons to learn how to give them control of your life Sometimes voted in – sometimes born to it Thrown chicken bones tell who is in …
Mar 08
Tornado of Trouble by Catfish McDaris
Tornado of Trouble Do you want me? my luck is lousy, I live with a landlady that measures her tenants booze bottles Her soul could melt man hole covers, fire hydrants, railroad spikes, she gave me the July blues in winter A giraffe, lion, magpie in the cloudless cobalt sky, I ate a salsa dog …
Mar 07
I Took Jackson Pollock To The Psychiatrist by Dan Denton
I Took Jackson Pollock To The Psychiatrist I had a psychiatrist appointment so I got out of bed early and gathered all the worms I could find there were none the birds did not sing it was February I wore mittens over my ears I put a bullet proof vest over my heart wore my …
Mar 07
Learning to Be Quiet by Belinda Subraman
Learning to Be Quiet Fenced in dogs were always barking in the cold, no dog houses just freezing in the snow. My grandfather’s dogs neglected as my grandmother. Age 4, I saw Pop park his truck and drink a pint of whiskey. I heard plenty of talk from the relatives. I didn’t know what it …
Mar 06
Reveille by Tony Pena
Reveille I won’t argue the recollection that in my youth my emotional intelligence had left much to be desired, dancing drunk with delusions and coupling scraps of vagabond verbiage with vocal cords lubed by spit and vibrating like a jackhammer screaming out pseudo poetic punk anthems woefully off key. Young and dumb with a mouth …
Mar 06
Spring, Tomorrow by Christian Ward
Spring, Tomorrow Bring spring into your home IKEA proudly declares. There are only rabbitless fields now, a night zipping up its coat and rubbing its hands together. Owl eyes aren’t television sets advertising better times ahead. Every tree is an empty street. The advert on your phone hypnotises you to accept the diorama is real: …
Mar 05
Poem for Robert Kennedy, Jr. AND Without Us by Kevin Ridgeway
Poem for Robert Kennedy, Jr. When I am (finally) declared King of the World, I will send all billionaires to health farms for their “personal failures” where they will work for zero wages until they learn the true meaning of human empathy and what it’s like to have real problems outside of an ambition that …
Mar 04
THE POLISH HAMMER POETRY CORNER: Beards by Karl Koweski
The Polish Hammer Poetry Corner Beards Back in my day, a beard was a woman you’d agree to marry when too many people began questioning your need for such an extensive Barbie collection and your fixation with drinking Rose wine with your brunch. Nowadays, everyone has a beard. Seriously, I can’t remember the last time …
Mar 03
Apathy by Peter F. Crowley
Apathy A knock at the door startled the family. They were playing with firetrucks, a toy dalmatian and seeing which of the little people could climb up the truck’s ladder to douse a conflagration. Candy leapt up and peeked out the window. The front porch was empty. She looked to her husband, Geoff, who shrugged …
Mar 02
Bitter Bites by April Ridge
Bitter Bites So what the fuck do we do now? Where do we grasp for power when it feels that there is none? No leverage with madmen clasping at their dreams of supremacy and unvalidated intellect, unjustifiable harshness in an already ugly world. We dangle the carrot of hope half-assedly these past few years as …
