Philip MetresPrayer Wither me to within me:Welt me to weal me common again:Withdraw to wear me weary:Over me to hover and lover again: Before me to form and perform me:Round me to rill me liquid incisions:Behind me to hunt and haunt me:Down me to drown indecision: Bury me to seed me: bloom meIn loam me:…
I haven’t seen my friend Anne in a while. My parents say sad things that don’t make sense, “Her dad will never walk her down the aisle,” And now they talk about her in past tense. We dress in black and all get in the car, It coughs to life and then we’re on our…
I feel as old and empty as this longest of nights The post I Feel | Mónika Tóth appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online
“Lufthansa” is one of Tranter’s best and most anthologised poems. The poem is mimetic of one of its early lines: it seems “struck by an acute feeling of precision” which leaves little room for interpretation or “meaning” that extends beyond the surface of its language. Michael Brennan has astutely drawn comparisons between the poem’s “unity,…
Ordering his full English breakfastmixed grillfish ‘n’ chipsbangers ‘n’ mash near Traitors’ Gate, he makes faces into his b ‘n’ bgreasy spoonlocal chippyale-house knife but as he digs in and egg-yokesH.P. Saucessalt ‘n’ vinegarsgravy-pours his plate, Out Eamonns Sir Francis Walsingham: “This is“This was“This could be“This would be your life!” Go to Source Author: aprettykettleofpoetry
Campbell McGrath’s Fever of Unknown Origin was published on May 9 by Penguin Random House. The title poem takes place as the speaker fights a long illness and is in a hospital right before Christmas. Here is an excerpt: The bad news is that I am periodically blind in one of those otherwise excellent eyes,…
Border Clashes We stroll out of El Zocalo to find a world turning white with snow. Not more than an hour ago, or so it seems, it was still just a neighborhood of homemade heaps and small dark houses huddled against the single-digit skies of southwest Detroit. Kim plods to his Escort. I…
Everyone is wearing their own brand, but I do not see them, nor do I see the holes in their jeans. I see their purpose, absorb their voice, but the faded labels and tucked or untucked virtues do not gain my notice. More at http://jddehartwriting.blogspot.com. The post Brands | JD DeHart appeared first on Best…
Everyone here is green, young and nascent, not yet having earned their true darkness. Never mind; it will come soon enough. Their hearts will be betrayed, minds argued with, and the solid truth of their twenties and teens will settle into wavy ideas and more open conclusions later in life. They will rise up the…
At our center a root, a life supply, We have our fantastic root system Keeps us supplied, loving, and moving. The post Jugular | Camille Clark appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online
