A Poem by Jane Markonic

A poem for the ages
Hide away from the contagious
This shit is outrageous
Do you even know what day it is?

Quarantine feels like a dream
Time passes by faster than it seems
Where is our ray of hope? Just one small gleam?

Will things go back to normal?
The dress code is far from formal
Even if you’re just pumping gas
Don’t forget […]

By |2020-05-14T11:28:57-04:00May 14th, 2020|Poems|

Wright Lane – by Joshua Morse


Step out of your car one dead end road past the last luminous streetlight,
and let dusk cup your cheeks in its inky hands.

Leave your jacket bunched in the back seat and feel the navy black prickle
of March in the country well after dinnertime pierce your city shirt,

it is not an old friend’s embrace, but not […]

By |2020-05-14T10:45:21-04:00January 25th, 2020|Poems|

Trist – by Griffin Cooper

February 22nd
drum drum drum
put me back in-
when I had red hair
And you.
Dimpleful, drunkenly drumming.
drum drum
weeks hitherto
I have not forgotten March.
if you stay by polite bind
then you have already left me here.

Y’er Old Boy is a
boney boozehound now.
Your Old Man is a
starved stag, stretched
and flayed.
More than you need.
More than you Use.



By |2020-05-14T10:52:07-04:00August 18th, 2019|Poems|

When I Wrote On the Road – by Griffin Cooper

When I wrote On the Road I was shopping.
Scrolling through sticky blue and purple hues.
A country tune plays the theme songs to
ads for oriental televisions
and it’s all a little too easy isn’t it?
That’s when I wrote On the Road.

Maybe I’ll hop the next FedEx truck and
Scribble On the Road on the back of
cardboard boxes.
I’ll listen […]

By |2020-05-14T10:54:42-04:00August 18th, 2019|Poems|
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