Proxy | Edgar Law

I keep the pot going but the Black Hole is insatiable. Where digestion vanishes down its gullet, my dinner guest imbibes such gluttony. Obesity? derangement? A universe tasting its own flavors before swallowing the cook. More at https://christineemmert.wordpress.com/. The post Hunger in a Black Hole | Christine Emmert appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to…

Your own street number, front door, gate, garden View of something other than piled trash, dark alley A sanctuary, a nest, a home No You don’t get that Room to stretch out, companionship of a cat Freedom from fear at 2 a.m. You don’t get that You are here to cook our burgers, clean our…

Twilight. I’m still awake, Listening to songs through my headphones. The air conditioner is blaring and the fan at its full speed, the lights all switched off and the comforter hugging me. My brain is tired but is not tired, I don’t know why I’m having insomnia. Maybe the appreciation from today’s audience is keeping…

The structure seemed sound until the mid-film reveal. The main character, the villain. We thought she was an angel, but there are prongs of horn and flick of insidious tail. She is like us, a blending, noble in one frame, weak in the next. Then the denouement follows and it is calculated discovery. More at…

You pondered Day after day Knock, knock, knock! The shell was too hard to break Down inside the wrinkles of my crust Someone had engraved With countless unpleasant traits Then in a very flipping moment They turned into my incredible veins becoming darker and darker But I didn’t expect that I would fall in love…

Julia McConnell’s first book Landlocked was published earlier this year by Wheelbarrow Books of Michigan State University Press. The poems explore lesbian spaces in Oklahoma where the speaker also feels trapped/locked as she forges ahead to create a life.  Keeping her company in this wonderful series of poems are Walt Whitman, Mark Doty, Audre Lorde,…