I Felt a Funeral In My Brain And the ghosts, as they flooded through my veins dragged a coffin made of bone through vines of tendon and muscle torn I feel the scraping in my chest hauntings deep within my flesh thorns of knowing blind my eyes cursed or blessed with second sight the ghouls,…
Tag: Poetry
Ways of Saying “And”
I tried to answer my first wifein truth(e)that, yes, she is selfishand that this is good:Less wear, Few wounds, No rind where ought be ‘life.’But she gnashed and wailed,her Protestant iceberg atremble,and I curled back my wordswith the bad faith of the midway lover. We’d matched tattoos—still do, I’d think:Black ink ampersands,near or on our hands.Hers: a…
“I Want to be Soft” and Other Poems
I want to be soft around the edges Blue skies filled with coffee lady bugs dancing in my heart stomach full of butterflies Swirling around my lungs made of paper Soft Soft Soft like the words whispered into the night ‘I dont wanna be made of stone’ Begging the gods Praying to the moon the…
Home and other Poems
Home wherever you lead,I hope your love leavesa map engraved upon myheart that I can trace witha touch and follow back tolinen sheets and tucked awayweekends that suckle awaySundays dry, until all we haveto drink is our bubbly laughterand fall asleep at dawn, oncewe’ve tired of sharing breadand conversation and tradingsecret glances, whisper touches,I ache…
Inheriting Dust
I was always told you were a hermit living out your days on a decrepit shanty boat. An old relic who shut his self away from the world. I reckon your hands were calloused with the repetition of mending crawdaddy traps, honing fish knives, and polishing a rusting gun barrel. Inheriting your old trunk, I…
Kayla Marie
I remember you thinking about what to do when we’re gone. There are so many options now, “Bury me gently in the cold dark earth” “Bury me in satin… Lay me down in a bed of roses… Send me away with the words of a love song… … oh oh” I could be a tree!…
‘Like the Wind’: Brain Frog and Ancestors
“I had to learn to think, feel and see in a totally new fashion, in an uneducated way, in my own way, which is the hardest thing in the world. I had to throw myself into the current, knowing that I would probably sink. The great majority of artists are throwing themselves in with life-preservers…
Catching Up With Poetry
Did you know that April is National Poetry Month? We did. And we’ve been celebrating it joyfully as part of our annual 30 Days, 30 Poems project. Oh So That’s Where You’ve Been All Month. But Why? We love poetry here. It’s no secret. We know there’s something magical about finding a poem that feels…
The Psyche that Poems Built
Whan that aprill with his shoures sooteThe droghte of march hath perced to the roote,And bathed every veyne in swich licourOf which vertu engendred is the flour; –Prologue to Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales John hadGreat BigWaterproofBoots on;John had aGreat BigWaterproofHat;John had aGreat BigWaterproofMackintosh — –“Happiness” by A. A. Milne The poems of A A Milne have…
They Say (New Poetry from Laura Viau)
We’ve featured a poem from Laura Viau before, and we’re glad to feature her again. We’re also excited to tell you that we’ll be bringing you more regular contributions from her over the next few months. Welcome (again) Laura. We’re so glad you’re here with us. They Say It sounds like a trainin the same…