To P. Are words partners in crime with life? A heated argument going on, While the rough wild sea can’t wait For souls to dive in and on no accounts Can flowers rise- No funny ghosts, but real wrath and hunger If over here, away to the left, In the lane alongside your fields, Maudlin ballads or garish sunsets keep shouting At full blast that life is wonderful, the trick of blue gamblers- But hush now, look, hope and desire …
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“An Ode to Icelandic Tap Water” & Other Poems by Sara Letourneau
An Ode to Icelandic Tap Water I was told to drink you, that you are “completely safe” and “no other tap water on Earth tastes so good,” and I cringed as if I had sipped rancid milk. Where I come from, such water perfumes the skin with trace metals during a shower, and who knows what kind of slow death it inflicts on one’s cells. Regardless, I pour my first glass of you, and you appear as water should, clear …
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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 …
Two Poems by Leah Mueller
Half of You When you meet your shadow, be sure to be friendly. Make certain your shadow is comfortable. Ask who it loves and who it hates. You already know the answers, but it will twist the narrative and make up a bogus story. You will believe the story. Spend some time in bed with your shadow. You will want to know how it presses against your exposed skin, how it looks when it can’t see itself. In the morning, …