— It starts with a strike like a bell against the core of me— could be the silver flash of a scissor, or a harmonica’s shilly-shally. Lately it’s been scenes from late-night TV— I’m…
Browsing Category Poetry
Shark’s Teeth and Saltwater by Katie McClendon
— Let’s say there is a shark, salivating sea salt for the taste of splintered wood and bone. You are bone centered and blood thick on the rickety bow of a ship. …
Dorothy Tries
— What pilgrim shadows— how stubbornly they tail you, children better left at home. The tawny stalker slinks, sour puss following that silver marauder— always after your heart, girl. You are dragging yourselves toward…
Penis for Sharon Olds
— There’s nothing wrong with the Pope’s penis or the Pope himself, both are overrated carbon matters made important by his Catholic aura. If thought biochemically, it’s not much different from…
My Yard Becomes the Apollo Theater by Paula Weld-Cary
— I tossed a handful of peanuts into my backyard attracting a trio of jays, screeching, screeching, to my window where liquid notes spilled from their throats as if from saxophones: Salt…