Posts by Poetry

The Baby Sparrow

By Hannah Rittner, Poet • September 7, 2012

A baby sparrow got caught in the rain
She lies on the pavement—the sidewalk
The Baby Sparrow
It’s humid now, the clouds are feather grey.
She opens one …

Layovers

By Nick Laugher, Staff Contributor • September 6, 2012

I remember that time,
we were lying on the floor
and Anthony Bourdain was drinking Japanese whisky
on the television.
You looked so peaceful,
wide-eyed at his debauchery,
soft, upturned …

It’s High School Science For Me

By Andy Post, Poet • March 30, 2012

It’s High School Science For Me

First you learn all the kingdoms and phylums and classes
And orders and families and species and genuses
Slowly you’ll learn how and wherefore and why …

Bixi

By Andrea Benson, Poet • March 30, 2012

Bixi

I am still afraid of speed
(Except that, secretly, I find it kind of fun)
It was in our hometown,
Last summer double-riding,
he stopped so suddenly and …

Something Shameless

By Shane Bryson, Writer • March 23, 2012

Something Shameless

To write a bad poem and mean
It, in love, is something shameless
That tells a laughing at, a proverbial
Fit, that to reject is not to …

GLASSON BAR

By Brett Bell, Poet • March 23, 2012

Stain

St. Sunday becomes the bloom of my eye;
we follow on highs and smoky nights,
in bars, the sidewalk, the silver rain.
 
Then again, I help myself …

ours by not beings ours

By Kelly Conway, Poet • March 23, 2012

poetry

Ours by not being ours.
 
Saturday mornings with the guys
he’d tell bed-sheet war stories.
I’d ask something like how’d she taste anyway
and we’d crack all into …

The Lover in the Mirror

By Adrian Lacson, Poet • March 23, 2012

Reflection – Photo by dherrera_96 via flickr

That Lover in the mirror—
If he is my second-half I wonder.
I talk to you and you talk to me;
I wave my hand and you …

Betty

By Brodie Robbins, Poet • March 23, 2012

Betty

The respirator hummed and clicked away
a percussion ensemble, beating the rhythm of life
 
Hurooooom-click Hurooooom-click
 
She lay wrapped in her favorite linens
The warm embrace of her …

The Gentle Bird Weeps

By Seth Earle, Poet • March 23, 2012

The Gentle Bird Weeps

The gentle bird flies the earth
In search of what is right
It glides among the most beautiful things
But never stays the night
 
Everyone knows this gentle …