Thursday, June 19, 2025

Poetry

Poet’s Corner: Gone

Gone By Cecily Bryant We scrape their lives from tents and tarps as if they were the very refuse themselves Gone are the scraps of love once present in photographs and items of past comforts Now those criminalized for being...

Poet’s Corner: The Grave

The Grave By John F. Kriscenski The grave. A silent place the grave. Canals and gutters washed bodies decay; the living stay away. The worms. The germs. Once burdened horses tread, now long and buried also dead. The spirit moves but never...

Poet’s Corner: New Eyes

New Eyes By Cecily Bryant I gaze into her empyrean eyes and wonder if she still remembers life before her birth The mystery we all hold with wonder answers pieced together with religious and philosophical debate But she knows Her eyes...

Poet’s Corner: Sometimes

Sometimes By Bradford Rowe I was born with wings Folded up inside my veil Premature, jaundiced Given someone else's blood Like a chick kicked out of the nest Too soon but just right I could fly instinctually The only way to find my...

Poet’s Corner: She Remains Silent No Longer

She Remains Silent No Longer By Louise LoCascio Matarazzo She Remains Silent No Longer Being raised to please others It was difficult for her to ask for what she wanted. Being reprimanded for not doing things Right. She silently walked around...

Poet’s Corner: Morning Glory Corn

Morning Glory Corn By Michael West If you told me I could have only one ear It would have to be Morning Glory corn I’d shuck it clean Smear butter Wrap in foil Heat at 425 And eat — Are you a typewriter Or a rotary...

Poet’s Corner: Not More/More

Not More/More By Jeffrey Agnoli Not more profits not more outrage not more products not more cages not more choices not more thoughtlessness not more noises not more selfishness not more indulgence not more division not more ignorance not more exclusion not more deals not more woes ... Only more meadows more...

Poet’s Corner: after the downpour

after the downpour By Valerie Sonnenthal frogs hop across the road springing forward as my husband swerves front wheels spin a mid-August splash these are the first frogs of summer torrential hours passed sheets of rain obliterate landscape a blur of grey some...

Poet’s Corner: There’s a war going on

There’s a war going on By Nancy Slonim Aronie There’s a war going on (actually two) and we’re debating whether Gray Barn Boule or Orange Peel hot cross buns are better for French toast There’s a war going on...

Poet’s Corner: so this happened

so this happened By Michael Oliveira first light rain of acorns knocked on the forest floor summoned summer forward towards autumn's yet unopened door cold umber light spread as the sea upon the shore i took no comfort there so turned to quickly...

Poet’s Corner: Autumn

Autumn By Cecily Bryant The singing of crickets in unison herald the coming of the waning light, Daddy long-legs do their push-ups on my door frame, and the Joe-Pye weed stand like tawny sentinels daring the fall to come I am...

Poet’s Corner: Sometimes

Sometimes By Dave Plath I think, I think and I think and sometimes I can't think at all, and sometimes I think that the thoughts that I think aren’t worthy of thinking at all and sometimes I wonder, I ponder,...

Poet’s Corner: At the Water’s Edge

At the Water's Edge By Eloise Jones You stand by the water’s edge Close enough to feel the slap of salty water against your knees Smell the brine in the air Hear the steady tempo of the waves And you...

Poet’s Corner: Swim

Swim By Valerie Sonnenthal today writing a poem feels like an imposition my mind wanders after a swim pond to myself under cover of hazy gray held by the mother spirit back in the womb each afternoon in tune with old strokes restrictions melt away pleasure in...

Poet’s Corner: You Know What I Mean

You Know What I Mean By Seán McMahon Walking up Music Street In West Tisbury All is good in the hood And if I could, then I would Kiss all the cute little fat babies I meet ‘Cause I feel like...

Poet’s Corner: Island Roads

Island Roads By Jeffrey Agnoli Beamers, rovers beaters, dreamers twenty-first century machines roam the roads across this piece of radiance amidst the Atlantic. Paths once traversed by much earlier humans nobler and saner walking in lines of earth energy the Mother laid out before time. Multidimensional roads that still remain offering...

Poet’s Corner: Times of conflict

Times of conflict By Cecily Bryant I think such hard times tend to draw the succor from the breadth of souls Spread from those with everything to those with nothing For what human being can not imagine the bleeding of a...

Poet’s Corner: I hear America crying

I hear America crying By Valerie Sonnenthal I hear America crying tears that cannot be wiped away on television screens monitors emphasize what is magnified lies on display like a hit parade who can top this does anything matter anymore anything not death or deploy let others...

Poet’s Corner: Writing Workshop

Writing Workshop By Beki Test they say the moon doesn’t belong in a poem you have written The moon is sometimes male no one knows what you mean its grad school and everyone feels superior they roll their eyes and...

Poet’s Corner: Mr. Bumblebee and Me

Mr. Bumblebee and Me By Liz Splittgerber  I had a happy visit Of the most unusual kind — A bee came to my house today And that I didn't mind He was quiet, he was sad I didn't ask him why I...