by Hosho McCreesh
(from A Deep & Gorgeous Thirst)
At the chalet
and you’re guzzling down
bombers of Farmer beer,
and the occasional measure
of Lagavulin, and
Rachmaninov’s 2nd is
booming out of the
old record player, and
it’s snowing again
in the Alps. Continue reading
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by AE Hines
No fuzzy face
resting on furry paws,
no whimpering from the floor.
Give me a fury,
with rusted metal whiskers
and nostrils heaving flame,
something nether-worldly and gnarled. Continue reading
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by Carol V. Davis
After a week in Siberia
my world is shrinking.
I gaze out the window
weighing choices: Continue reading
by Christian Hanz Lozada
History is present in every rock
Kamehameha left on the side of the road
even though it’s also just a rock.
The Queen’s Guards are decked out in red
like a queen’s guard is decked out in red
and the luau dancers wear grass skirts. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
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