Category: Poetry

  • For Safekeeping

    She lived alone with black and whites faded by half a century. Stood from a kitchen chair, leaving six empty – a complete set. House-shoes shuffled on green vinyl floors – she led me; and we would see him.

  • Carrying the Blues on a Ladder with Robert Johnson after Consideration of the RPM Conundrum

    I’ve long loved you as the voice inside another time Making seal on the doctored whiskey’s wet lipped lie I’ve read: one laced bottle, two, or none. I’ve bent knees At all three markers, left strings, guitar picks, pennies Thumbed into dirt just to get that much closer to you My ethereal, black angel, the…

  • Persephone and Oedipus

    Tired of arguing over who wears the sadder fate, Persephone and Oedipus decide to get drunk. Oedipus knows this little Irish pub down the street, a basement place with rusty swords on the wall. He buys the first round, sips his Johnny Walker Black and hopes she doesn’t catch his wince. But Persephone is too…

  • At the Hotel Virrey, Tecpán

    You see this scene; it’s important: the man hosing the concrete in front of the Taller de Joyería Gary. Water rainbows to the pawnshop English school warehouse balloon shop wheelbarrows razor wire fruit crates and the man is sweeping now. Corrugated iron canopy steps telegraph wires green mangos diving swallows squeaking engines machete swings: a…

  • Squeeze

    if you squeeze my left knee everything will be all right even death for a little while i already own my own last suit but there is nothing to cover me with when you squeeze my left knee no acknowledgment can ever make me whole holes being the whole of me if you squeeze my…

  • Chemical Soup Simmering on the Right Side of Mark Vonnegut’s Brain

    A warm little pond Is that where Darwin said life began? Pass the test tube, Igor There’s too much acid in this potion. Cold clinical calculations, Dare a scientific tongue utter “spiritual?” Dare a presidential candidate throw up his hands Grow a beard Smoke a pipe Admit puzzlement? The pope endorses a germ of an…

  • Sunday Punch

    I The line dividing her forehead between green eyes sharp as a hatchet cut off the words. I could not hear her scold could not answer. She never knew how I too grieved the loss of a red patent purse with one buffalo nickel inside. II The Sunday I lost my red purse I could…

  • To My Fellow Dropouts (& Ye Indolent Loafers), Brethren All

    In honor of the film, Howl, about the famed poem of beat poet Allen Ginsberg, officially hitting big screens and select theaters nationwide on September 24. I’ve seen the greatest imbalanced brains Of my comatose generation Be snookered and snaphooeyed Into obeying – and believing – the barriers and barristers Of formal education. I’ve seen…

  • Ode to New Hucklesbury USA or An Extemporaneous Diatribe

    Editor’s Note: This poem is an excerpt from David Lawrence Grant’s This Poet is Crazy, an unpublished collection of humorous, inspirational, satirical, and fantasized poems. It is posted here with permission (and gratitude) by the author.

  • The Rhino: Extinct or Extracted?

    Editor’s note: This is the third in an unspecified number of quasi-poems related to Rhinos, writing and death. To read the first two parts of the Rhino series, click here for Part 1 and here for Part 2.