Somatose Estates And The Skin Of My Teeth | Richard William Kirkpatrick-Thorne

Sat on a train, a young womanputs her arm round his shoulder.Sat close they are unitedon a station that heads for Nostalgia. Others when they can give lovelook and feel like an animal in a zooand when they finally realise they want tomight not have the opportunity to. In poetry, you can deceivebut things get…

All those American citizens With no food No water, On an island Surrounded by Big water Ocean water, Are getting rowdy and unruly. Let the wild winds howl, Let the flooding rains run. The post Ship-Wrecked Scrappers | Gil Hoy appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online

Bob Hershon (pictured here, with Elizabeth Swados, prior to their reading at KGB Bar last Monday evening), has been selecting our Sunday poems from Hanging Loose. Photo credit: Star Black This poem by Wilma Elizabeth McDaniel appeared first in Hanging Loose 47 in 1985 and later in her book, A Primer for Buford. WRITING POETRY ON NEW PAPER Rich…

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…

In a perfect world I shall come With flesh not subjected to death, And with stories untold sum The mystery of love yet With untarnished image, And beget love that shall endure through time, And cross all love hardships and maze, And make love pure and sublime, And smooch the eternity pledged by us If…

Since the 1970s, Ken Bolton has summoned the spirit of the New York School in his life and poetry: erudite, conversational, playful, modern (as he writes in “Horizon”: “I never wanted to be postcolonial / or colonial just modern which is / the joke on me—but who wants to be a category?”) to fashion one…