Enough to Chew – A Poem by Sawyer Carpenter
What they give
is more than enough
to chew.
I have to spit some
out.
For fear of drowning.
That’s the way it works
sometimes.
There’s famine
then too much feast.
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The Drive Home from the Hospice – A Poem by Jonathan Beale
As if returning from Kings Cross or Grand Central Station
The surrealist event that had witnesses the comings and goings
Of the likes of you and the other people there.
not me not us – or so we thought.
We drove back in the car somehow occupied with elephants
and capsules of words, we had failed to think of,
or just had not said. The night, just an old billiard table
full of holes where the hopes had escaped.
The drive home from the hospice. With some personal effects
That had taken on a new dimension since the ‘ending’
Thoughts, exclamations, laughter
And all manner of paroxysm, strangely absent.
The terminus: was a double ending (we’d never return)
The paths would cross we’d go on and on for forever…?
for the likes of you and the life we had leave unlived.
Not me not us – or so we thought.
String Bean – A Poem by JD DeHart
He is polite society
bow tie and mask,
champagne glass and
tails, stretching on and
on into the evening.
It is a wonder, at his
furthest extremity, he does
not snap in two,
committing unforgiveable
faux pas.
Wearing My Poem on My Back | Tricia Knoll
The logical place, across the broad expanse
of shoulder blades holding it in parens
the heart being too exposed for this story
of how we met in chairs lined up in a row.
I saw you before you noticed me.
Those years unrolled in between
not a burden, a star-banner shawl
bordered in selvages and hope.
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Too Early – A Poem by Sawyer Carpenter
It’s too early for a buzz
but he’s pounding them
down anyway. Again.
Like he always does.
By noon, the driveway
will smell like
burning rubber and
the children will pray
he does not wrap himself
around a tree. Again.
Change – A Poem by Ananya S. Guha
The rains today have washed
roads, created ripples of surprise, as the sun peeked
amidst clouds to make this summer annunciation.
After winter’s foreboding for months in toil,
summer’s declaration hazily came. In fits and starts. Bits and pieces and winter sporadically entered. Change of seasons. We clamour for change every time these hills are under the watchful eyes of the sky. Earthquake tremors flash. Change will be, never.
Goodbye – A Poem by Nancy May
winter sunset
waiting for your train
a goodbye kiss
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Memory – A Poem by Ananya S. Guha
Moon in skies
crescent one eyed
lumbering in clear skies
clouds will refresh
memory.
Splitsville – A Poem by Sawyer Carpenter
I am two
persons in one
sometimes, or so I think,
until I meet someone
who truly has two sides
I am, by contrast,
a one-sided coin,
an easy to read book
sometimes it seems
no one will pick up
to browse.
Thirteenth Spoke – A Poem by Paul Tristram
It was slight
like a feather tip
cutting into
consciousness,
barely visible
like the thirteenth spoke
of a back wheel.
Like a wind chime
augmenting
the shallow currents
of the approaching gale
we all
anticipate
yet turn our
backs upon.
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