by Patrick Meeds
I’ve got a thing for rivers that wind
but that’s just a lazy way to say
I love you. Just don’t believe
for one instant that it’s not true. Continue reading
Tag Archives: Poetry
There’s No Mention of Robots in the Bible
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Impersonations
by Nancy Beadie
If Billy Collins were a woman, or
if I were Billy Collins, we might write
about the ironing I am doing now–
how a good iron has a life of its own
as it noses up the folds of a seam,
fingers a cuff or the hem of a skirt, Continue reading
Aftermath
by Mercedes Lawry
What can I say out here in the field of scorched grass?
How long will it take for the water to disappear?
Rivers thin to trickles, to dry rocks and bruised stones.
The many stars in a smoky haze, uncounted. Continue reading
Young Drunks
by Alison Amato
Mom always told me to be home before two a.m.–
All the drunks are on the road after that.
And there we were, a pair of young drunks, minutes shy
of three a.m., using our loud whispers at your brother’s kitchen island.
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Night Poem
by George Freek
I stare into the lake,
where the moon is reflected
like a shrunken pear. Continue reading
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