“though I ‘m certain that this heart of mine hasn’t a ghost of a chance/ in this crazy romance,/ you go to my head.”
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“though I ‘m certain that this heart of mine hasn’t a ghost of a chance/ in this crazy romance,/ you go to my head.”
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Author: The Best American Poetry
Even the sappy Xmas music in the supermarket didn’t make me want to break something that was surprising I let my dog pee on an Xmas tree for sale somehow that me feel good am I a bad man or did the dog win? I don’t miss my Xmas rage but it always amused me…
He died of natural causes, they tell me in the newspaper, and is that supposed to make me feel better? What is natural about falling down to the earth that spat you out, fading into nothing? The post Natural Causes | Joshua Ford appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online
Today’s offering is by Cassandra Atherton, an Australian prose poet and scholar. Her poem below is from the first issue of The Mackinaw which “celebrate(s) prose poetry, in the present as well as its history and its future, and provide(s) a space to publish, read, and discuss this wonderful genre.” “Plum(b)” is full of wordplay…
no more about the liar-in-chief the idea is so averse to new verses no more bestowing of cleverness no gold rings for the nose of this pig writing cannot undo mass hypnosis it’ll never change minds of the duped no need for facts, as a matter of fact I’ll just keep my sights aimed higher…
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For today’s post, I offer Gregg Shapiro’s wry look at home ownership with the pesky problem of unwanted guests. The poem first appeared in CONFETTI. https://confettimag.org/home/ Year of the Rat Seven year itch. Seven year ache. Seven years of bad luck if you break a mirror. By seven a.m. I am awake for…