Tag Archives: Poetry

What Do You Call This? Bubba Ganush?

  What Do You Call This? Bubba Ganush? By Mike Acker   What Do You Call This? Bubba Ganush? They hug and whisper kind words in the other’s ears. They share their home-cooked fares, and delight in the quaintness of … Continue reading

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Springmaid Pier

  Springmaid Pier By Jonathan K. Rice   Springmaid Pier Cigarettes glow orange on cheeks of patient ruddy faces. The odor of strip bait and shrimp fills the air. Tackle boxes, buckets and coolers line weathered planks. Lights on fishing boats … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: IRIS JAMAHL DUNKLE

DAPHNE’S BROKEN SONNET By Iris Jamahl Dunkle Apples are imagining themselves onto hillsides – pink petals stick out their tongues from the dark mouths of branches  and the forest canopy ripens overnight until it pulses like a green heart. Spring frankensteins … Continue reading

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Eve

. Eve By Sister Lou Ella Hickman   eve was the original survivor story evicted from her plush garden palace which meant she had to start over this time she would discover how much life isn’t fair when she lost … Continue reading

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Wildfire

– Wildfire By Ruth Bavetta   Wildfire Moon dismantled, sun a red disk, reflecting sea a rusty mudflat, hot wind hollowing canyons, hills littered with dust, ash, soot, chaparral, squirrels, palm trees, shingles, Chevrolets, dictionaries, wedding dress, quilt stitched by … Continue reading

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Five Hundred Channels and Nothing On

– Five Hundred Channels and Nothing On By Kevin Ridgeway   Five Hundred Channels and Nothing On After Letterman signed off and the cartoon Peacock serenaded us with its three tone sign-off warning me to avert my eyes of the artificial bars … Continue reading

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The Jaroslavl Fresco

The Jaroslavl Fresco By David Chorlton   The Jaroslavl Fresco A likeness of God stares through the plaster. At twilight he turns into a wolf. His eyes are close together and the pupils float on luminous globes. Hair covers all … Continue reading

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