Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
Position B The man in the comic book shop breeds luckless monsters into kings. If scene by scene wasn’t enough the skin is shaved to perfection. He has his clarity but he’s not concise. Customers drool with ecstasy. I can Continue reading Position B & Three other new poems by Parker G. Jamieson
O! The Radiance, The Grit The forest Overgrown With divine machinery Posits Firstly A faint Glow Of tattered ages One year Dusts With black pills Climbing Railroad ladders. Not even oil Could muddle The granite Father Hated Nor Secondly Continue reading O! The Radiance, The Grit & Two other new poems by Parker G. Jamieson
Sitting On A Roof Sitting on a roof reading in a book I hear the dog barking in the house and I worry theres a crook. But I’m on page ninety five. And I am sure the dog will scare Continue reading Sitting On A Roof & 2 other new poems by G David Schwartz
On Reading the News I don’t believe you. See how my world weariness testifies, sighing, muttering. Being an old sceptic, I burrow, dig, kick up more dirt; like a hoary wombat, I claw towards a credible space for refuge, hide Continue reading On Reading The News & 2 other new poems by Linda Stevenson
Fowl Mouth Exist Good bye No need to comb your hair It will just be muss When you are down there Oh I love your smile How it grows upon your face I so love your smile And how you Continue reading Fowl Mouth Exist and other poems by G. David Schwartz
poems by
Todd Moore
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