Look, said Dick. See the red car. Jane said, Oh, look! It goes fast. A flashback to gramps reading Dick and Jane, about a little toy car—so unlike the real red car I’ve been working on. A beauty, I think, as I park it on a red-brick street, down from Carmine’s red-brick cottage. It’s autumn and the street’s lined with maples and their colorful leaves—canary, caramel, crimson. A group of kids with marshmallows-on-a-stick are huddled around a small bonfire …
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“THE TUBER’S AROMA” & Other Visual Poems of Scent by J.I. Kleinberg
—About the Poet/Artist— J.I. Kleinberg’s visual poems have been published in print and online journals worldwide and were featured in a solo exhibit at Peter Miller Books, Seattle, in May 2022. An artist, poet, freelance writer, and three-time Pushcart and Best of the Net nominee, she lives in Bellingham, Washington, USA, and on Instagram @jikleinberg. Read 5 more of her visual poems of scent HERE.
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“Virus in the Air, Spasms in my Back” & Other Poems by Michael Lee Johnson
Virus in the Air, Spasms in my Back There’s a virus in the air, but I can’t see it. People are dying around me, but I can’t save them. There are spikes pierced in my back, spasms, but I can’t touch them. Heartbeats, hell pulsating, my back muscles, I covet in my prayers. I turn right to the left, in my bed, then hang still. Nails impaled, I bleed hourly, Jesus on that cross. Now 73 years of age, my half-sister …
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“The Six Senses Celebrate Rain” * Poetry * Ginger Dehlinger
A curious stillness fills the air, ethereal as a phantom yet a hair’s breadth from corporeal. My brain prickles with elation as all of my sensory receptors anticipate the electric change about to happen. The miracle begins in the distance as a pale, ragged scarf of chiffon. It arrives swollen with liquid silver that rolls off the tongues of aspen leaves, pock-marks the dust, dimples the surface of a pond. My outstretched hands welcome the nourishing moisture. Twirling in crystal …
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“Carvery Lunch on Sunday” and Other Poems by DS Maolalai
Carvery Lunch on Sunday the fish was fried so thick you could crack it like a drumskin, pulled tight and hammered very hard. and the gravy on her lamb was delicious – I took some. this was lunchtime on Sunday, and we’d had a tense weekend; what can I say? sometimes you fight a little when you don’t have other plans. and I had a sick cousin and wasn’t dealing with it properly, and she had some problems as well. …
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Pond Poems by John L. Stanizzi
About the Pond Poems The poems are from a one-year-long project called POND. The poems are acrostics. Every day, at different times during the day, I would visit our pond with notebook and camera in hand. I’d jot down some notes, take a picture or two, if a good photo op. presented itself. Then I’d head home and write a four-line acrostic using the letters P-O-N-D. The other caveat, which made the project so interesting and challenging to me, was …
“Geology and Genealogy” * A Poem by Kyle Erickson
He spent years under Oklahoma stones. Even after washed and dried, his shirt held their incense. When building chimneys, the odor of wet mortar settled into his beard. Portland dust fertilized his boots with city-germinating aroma— skyscrapers and sidewalks come from this dust and will return to it. After a rain, the New York City pavement composed him, yesterday, in his son’s memory. Stone or concrete perfumes him into existence, out of thin air, for his descendants. Anywhere. —About the …
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