zm wise

In Retrospect and other poems by Z.M.Wise

I should have looked both ways. I should have seen your forceful wishes to confuse me into mental paralysis. If I should dribble, apologize and disconnect from any form of [...]

August 2, 2017

#100 and other poems by Elizabeth Schmuhl

I have a certain fantasy: the earth that holds me swallows me deliberately. No one digs me a grave. What a luxury to slip [...]
June’s suspicious eyes by Raphael Maurice

You would say root and I saw it, the deep goodness of brittle earth. Blossom, you’d sing, as I licked my lips & fell [...]
A Thing From Spain by Ashlie Allen

They know I am not fluent in English, but still approach me. “Why are your eyes so black? Why do you look like you’ve [...]
From The Book of Smaller by rob mclennan

Postcard to Gil McElroy A sketch. An apparatus of mish-mash. Salutations. Systematic checks. My legs were cold. Mezzanine. [...]
In Retrospect and other poems by Z.M.Wise

I should have looked both ways. I should have seen your forceful wishes to confuse me into mental paralysis. If I should [...]
Richmond Ennui by Christine Stoddard

You used to scour the rag shops in Southside, ………………..where black families lived in [...]
Distant Homeland by Joseph S. Pete

The inchoate Macedonian teen, Little more than a tender sprout, Untested and provincial, Set sail alone across the Atlantic [...]
Elvis Would So by Rijn Collins

I’ve always assumed that at some point I’ll live next door to a carny. I mean, wouldn’t you? Most kids scan the [...]
Photophobia by Bobbi Lurie

I pray he will eat. I know he won’t let me make him food. His fear of wasting water overwhelms him so he rushes to [...]
Shake Loose by Claire Stamler-Goody

Adam used to love his phone. He carried it everywhere and every time it buzzed, he melted. He fidgeted whenever the battery [...]
Colossal by Ruth Daniell

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” Paul ignores the question. Instead, he glances down at the coffee-table that Mel [...]
Two Poems by John Stupp

Colorado Sometimes it hits me the last time I saw my dad he was in a cardboard box at a crematorium in Colorado cold as [...]