On this, the two hundred forty-third birthday of our nation, I woke from a dream of Nikola Tesla, that immigrant who invented half of everything and probably could have improved the rest had we given…
Browsing Category Poetry
HISTORY REVISITED by Michael Meyerhofer
Turns out we’re back in Constantinopl, year 1453. Only this time around, the Ottoman sultan has run out of stuffing for his bronze siege cannons and what with that big chain still keeping his armada…
ODE TO OLD WOMEN AT POETRY READINGS by Michael Meyerhofer
Somehow oddly beautiful in how they park, their soft bones in libraries and coffee houses, tough to offend after six or so decades spent in toil under capitalist sky, old women who bore the…
ON MOTHER’S DAY, FOURTEEN YEARS AFTER MOM’S LAST HEART ATTACK by Michael Meyerhofer
A white farm boy turned poet turned professor cruising the aisles of the local goodwill with a two foot black ceramic Jesus in his shopping cart— A gift for my stepmom, I explain to the…
Nothing Times Ten by Clifton Bates
I was not exactly naked but threads were pretty bare I placed three mirrors at right angles lit nine candles in a pool of shallow water pissed ten cent schooners in the shower. I…