Image by Pok Rie Ocean Home Living on the ocean as I do, I hunt fish and mollusks my kin are otters and whales, wide eyed we dive the night waves, soft in lullabies in a sea dream, starlit and moon cradled my lips are sparkling and salt flecked my eyes wide awake from sleep …
Category Archives: Poems
Treat Her Well
Never let those Vans dull. Bromance exists in a half second hug. Avoid the Hollister kids in their shiny rides earned solely from parents’ paychecks. Try to finish high school. Strive for above nine twenty-five. You’ll need it for the girl you probably knock up a few months before she turns seventeen. Treat her well. …
A Shattered Green Color
A Shattered Green Color What hangs from my eyes as I look down? Crystal pendulums spinning in the sunlight’s rays. Maybe they spin in fear of something new being on the other side by the time it gets back around? A different environment. Nothing special, just a brilliant green shattered among hazel tinted fragments pieced …
The Trailing Stars & Other Poems
The Trailing Stars It is summer, and soon the Perseid showers I have gone from my desert home I wander far from crowded towns my feet here in grassy, bee clover on a summery hill, all daisy flowered green, with wild blackberries awaiting the August sun fire. Here amid the slowing of mars retrograde of …
To Behold The Witch is an Act of Dreaming Itself
Featured Image by Stephanie Leet. Title from Amanda Ackerman’s The Book of Feral Flora. I’m swimming in a horse’s eye as it is being carried to school In pieces, in a wheelbarrow Where your grandfather woke up kissing an apple hanging over a stranger’s head Where the children are writing poems you may be reading now …
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Night Return and Other Poems
Poems by Anthony Ritchey night return television mother (goodnight my son) wife bottle brother (first & last lovers) * * * allow me to be with you in this box in my hand allow me to show you my work my life, my dreams, pathetic. * * * marriage, fear of solitude alcoholism, the inevitability …
Letters to Marshall From Eger
A Poem by Arlo Voorhees It’s a world of sacrifice, ain’t it buddy? Of course you knew that when you hung up your traveling sneakers and shelved your wild notebooks in favor of mortgage payments, carpools, and ultrasounds. I’ve been a liar all my life, so these things come late like poems, or boyish epiphanies, …
Fiber
I am everywhere I am sitting on your head I am raining on your home I don’t even try I shower but I smell I keep mum but I shout I chipper ‘good morning’at your placemate he mumbles inaudibly in return I play my music and I play it loud the birds seem to sing …
Prerequithoughts
Celebrating National Poetry Month, Thru Magazine will publish poems every Friday in April. Commencing the commemoration of the is Jen Scholten. Prerequithoughts: an ongoing, ever-expanding collection of poems. I. Pipe dreams — man, of me of us roving desert hills, chilling mountaintops with stares that stop them dead; winds dreading us. Can’t we figure in …