the day is getting closerclimbing like a high notesoft as a whisperbetrayal Lord now it (the note I mean)swings back and forth on a current of airand you’re just a slip of a thingit’s all I can do to lie still beneath thebedcoversthe pale breath of youcatching in my throatI trynot to thinkor not to think too much or I might die of something or otheror spend … Continue reading Oh the feel of it by Dale Champlin
after “Love Letter” by Diane Seuss Dear X, I’ve learned you so well, like a dog-eared book read once too often. Repeated lines keep coming back to haunt me. But what can love be if it is a past tense event? I think the expression might be love’s lost or something of that nature. To my way of thinking, the affection you were after was … Continue reading Dear X by Dale Champlin
I sail alone,since childhood on,a sea so vast,leave ghosts of the past. Alone I roam,lost many times,what once called home,to soul crimes. I take to the deep,and all I saw,will forever keep,my memories call. With first thought,a longing grew,I never sought,which was not true. So I start each day,hope and pain anew,will forever stray,until I find you. Continue reading Away by Velibor Baco
For those who are out walkingone fine day and see a laddermade of blue on the blue sky,the rungs so clear they blend,do you climb it? For those stuck in a small townthe day the circus leaves,the day the bookmobile shuts up,do you meet someone who has stayed stillfor decades, and, as evidencedby their words, has just lettheir mind die? If so,how does that affect … Continue reading Ascent and Death by Heather Sager
While many lovers of “high literature” will not accept Bridgerton into their lives—whether in book or screen form—there can be no denying the power of the story as it continues to ingratiate itself into popular consciousness. With season three, the frenzy around Julia Quinn’s alternate version of Regency-era society life in London has only amplified, primarily thanks to the dynamic of “Polin.” Also known as: … Continue reading The Biggest Scandal of All in Bridgerton Season 3? A Woman Who Writes.
How many times did I kill him in his sleep?Not once. I always slayed him face to face.Probably before he was a father Frank Zappa wrote:“If your children knew how lame you really were,they’d kill you in your sleep.” My father never had a chance to kill his, but his brother did.He waved a rifle at him in a bar and tooksome of his paycheck before … Continue reading Life of Fathers by Mark Scott
The very first timeI had sex was with you.And in spite of the pain and bloodI feltThe long deep spectacular spasms.So full of wondermentEven thenI knewI would never do thisWith anyone else.But for the rest of my lifeI would want only you. Continue reading To Alan on Our Fifty-Second Anniversary by Diana Sher
It will be worth it, the point from whichthe embargo is liftedand suitors can move in, althougha brief spanin human years that will lead togrief and lonelinessat some ungodly age but for nowit is foundedin pleasure and forward thinking, as lovenot blood invisiblytraces your heart with another’s finger and you embracea measured eagerness with eyes on a level like the horizon sun until one setsmost … Continue reading The Beginning of a Long-Term Relationship by John Grey
Why do I have to set the table if the boys are still playing? Why do I have to go with mom to the supermarket if he isn’t? Why can’t I jump around in the park with a skirt on? Why can’t I play with them? Why can’t I eat more cake? Why can’t I start boxing? Why can’t I stay out as late as those … Continue reading Because I’m A Girl by Sophie Roy
Here is the world in its faulty treaties, crossed borders, olive groves and rose bushes. Ocean-sea currents of the turtles, and wind. Here are people living on through wars, sides, think pieces. We like to think—like to argue—that the sides are different, that the powers that be are trustworthy,but really everyone is in bed with everyone else. Here is this metal taken from that land … Continue reading Poem For the State of the World by Ella Middleton
