Septa Generics | Stan Morrison

a stretch of untamed grass with cattails rising high on a freshly mowed surface “perhaps that’s where they keep their lions,” I say. More at http://jddehartwritings.blogspot.com. The post Lions | JD DeHart appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online

“Strike Into It Unasked” [by Gjertrud Schnackenberg above and below left; below right, Gerard Manley Hopkins] Poetry’s “impulse, like electricity, crossing the space, leaves its signature.”                                                          …

So, he came back today And nobody was really Happy about it, Although he didn’t have a clue, So typical—only thinking About himself and what He needs at any particular moment— A giant hole that craves filling But can never get enough, A force that sucks up all the light And leaves everything in darkness….

After my mother’s death, her belongings devitalized Her furniture: tables and chairs in a secondhand store Her flatware; somewhat less than service for eight Her clothes: just rags in some cartons for Goodwill Floating lifeless amputated from person place time All wrapped up with some flowers, and a plain pine box A graveside ceremony, a…

Restless, eager, loving The intensity of your desire consumed me Curious, shy and yearning The feelings grew despite the sorrow Have you ever met a soul with so much anger and so much love? Did you ever want, so badly, to kiss so roughly it became a bite? Like waves our feelings, a sea of…

Holly Iglesias writes a kickass prose poem!  Here is one of her many delightful offerings.   The Day I Was Radioactive at Mass, I sat behind a young man who exhibited symptoms of acute devotionalism—bowing at the waist at each utterance of the word Jesus, kneeling on the stone floor, tap-tap- tapping his chest, raising…