JD DeHart- Two Poems

Outliving

Says she’s been outliving holed up in this house

with its spaces in the floor.  There are family albums

somewhere with all the pictures she knew, but who knows

where those are anymore.  Time gets lost, like all the rest.

Her feet pad away at night as she pines for

the child she used to be.  There was a love once

that was promised to her and never returned

from his travels through space and time.

There was a promise once of who she might be,

but she gave it up with the birth

of her second life, emerging from her chrysalis.

Now she calls in the night for what might have been,

roaming room to room like a caged tiger, growling.

But without the strength

to claw at anyone, her teeth pared down,

domesticated and tangled in nets.

Curation

I have gathered self, gathered pieces

Pasted them together into my likeness

See how I smile in the patchwork gleam?

JD DeHart is a writer and teacher.  His chapbook, The Truth About Snails, is available from Red Dashboard.

David J. Thompson- A Photo

                                                "Detroit Mural"

Ken Allan Dronsfield- A Poem

Waltz with a Morning Glory

Mysteries inhaling within the dim mind,
magpies crowd upon the rotting dead.
Redwoods reaching in a forest of bark,
balanced upon the edge of new dread.

Bow your head in a solemn reverence
as pious thoughts bleed unto the soul.
Finding your way in a Cave of Hades,
or live life through a crystal fish bowl.

Shaking your head at an ignited spark;
9 volt battery to the tip of your tongue;
will shake a faithless nerve to tears;
touch once again and see the ellipse.

Leaning on a fence near a lighted pole,
a long sip of whisky brings home, "Sorry."
Screaming fantasy, or an alcoholic dream.
Think I'll just Waltz with a Morning Glory.


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HR Creel- A Poem

HR Creel is getting too old not to write.  His work can be seen as Poet Community.

Bomb Shell

we marvel because

she can blast herself

then reemerge complete.

we marvel because

we are so damaged

even in our completion.

she can be a fire one

moment and back

to solid the next.

 

 

Steven Allan Porter- A Poem

Steven Allan Porter was born February 5, 1992 in Coral Springs, FL to a Jewish mother and a German father. His influences include: Charles Bukowski, William S. Burroughs, Bob Kaufman, Nick Flynn, Steven Jesse Bernstein, Anne Sexton, Hunter S. Thompson, Charles Simic, and Louis Ferdinand Celine. His work has appeared in Red Fez, Degenerate Literature, DEAD SNAKES, Wildflower Muse, and Syzygy Poetry Journal. He currently resides in Henderson, NV.

"Poem Containing Undesirable Creatures"

 

Bleached-cobwebs, mounds of them, descend to the floor.

Hordes of schizoid-cockroaches nibble detached 

spider legs clinging to the sticky Arthropod-excretions.

Vipers slither through an adjacent window

and slide in and out this tingling orgy. 

Mice huddle in the air ducts, cowering.

This is my bedroom.

I choose to feed crawling cacophonies. 

Angelica Fuse- Three Poems

Salamander Tree

up they climb

with scaly arms

finding purchase

in the upper boughs

with flicking tongues

and tempting lies.

 

Electric Buzz

the electronic bee

sits on the petals

attempting to pollinate

but simply not

programmed that way.

 

Giger

genius

with pen and ink

draws up visions

of nightmare

armored creatures.

 

 

 

Nate Maye- Three Poems

Invention

I pounded

pulsed pushed

finding finally

that a sweet

metal version

of me smiled

back, a bit of

malice in his

eyes.

 

Reboot

I'm trying

to start again

trying to shut

down trying

to find a command

a series of keys

that works

but sit in a pile

of my own oil.

 

Lion

he was born

a man

but his mane

told him 

there was more,

finding his way

to the jungle

he discovered

his roar.

Nate Maye is a rising poet.  Nate studies literature, and watches too much television.