Tim Murray (b. 1977) was conceived, born, raised, and resides in NWI.
Aug 10
I sure showed them by Daniel W. Wright
I sure showed them When my card came up declined at a cookie place near my apartment I should have shrugged it off as not having enough money after taking care of the basic responsibilities of adult life Rent, bills, and groceries had all been paid so there wasn’t enough for fresh, overpriced cookies But …
Aug 09
The First Week at the Funeral Home by Cat Dixon
The First Week at the Funeral Home I offer to carry her husband to the car. She accepts—the gray urn is heavier than anticipated. The weight of it reminds me of my son when he was latched to my hip. She asks if the urn will tip, and I reassure her that the top’s sealed, …
Aug 08
When They Finally Come for You by William Taylor Jr.
When They Finally Come for You Darling please stay alive for a little while more if only because I’m asking nice your feral madness a wildfire in the void you shame the silence with the music of your body the bridges you dream of throwing yourself from will still be burning on the morrow stay …
Aug 07
A.S. Coomer reviews FATHERLESS CHILDREN by Michael D. Grover
Michael D. Grover’s Fatherless Children is an outcast’s plaintive wail to a lost father and a generation of lost kids. This long elegy comprised of bite-sized diary-like entries is an impassioned plea for love and understanding in a fatherless american hellscape where even Poets claw up each-other’s spines to be seen & lionized, to bask …
Aug 06
2 poems by James Babbs
Now the Darkness now the darkness falling again pulling the light from the sky and I reach for the bottle on the table in front of me and it makes me think of the dumb joke about a frontal lobotomy and I laugh in spite of myself taking a long drink before putting the bottle …
Aug 05
THE POLISH HAMMER POETRY CORNER: No More Tours by Karl Koweski
No More Tours I first saw Ozzy in concert back in 1992 at the World Music Theatre in Tinley Park just outside Chicago. This was during the No More Tours tour in support of Ozzy’s “No More Tears” tour. Now, I was an Ozzy fanatic from way back, but I fucking hated his newer music. …
Aug 04
2 poems by Lyubel Dyakof
Poetry Addicted I score the syringe words flood in I’m euphoric hours pass looking for a new dose of words I am so addicted to writing but they end fall into abstinence no methadone about poetry Ink and Skin I will remain by soul on ribs by a collection of poems you will tear …
Aug 03
Awakening by Steven Meloan
Awakening I once worked with a guy who wanted to be a songwriter he knew I’d done some recording had even been on the radio He said he needed more classes… in lyric structure in composition in theory I thought… No, you need to wander the destroyed city streets See the suffering the beauty the …
Aug 02
Yearning by Charlie Brice
Yearning Grandpa always sat in my dad’s old green chair by the big picture window that opened onto our tiny street. He’d pound and pound on his leg, just above his knee. It’s the only thing that helps, he’d tell me. The doctor said he needed a knee replacement. I don’t want to have this …
