from the forthcoming Decoherence by Nate Pritts. For more information or to pre-order click here.
Interested poets, you still have 33 days to submit to the 2017 42 Miles Press Poetry Award contest. In the meantime, Kimberly Lambright’s Ultra-Cabin (winner of the 42 Miles Press Poetry Award), is available to be previewed and purchased at SPD and Amazon. And… an awesome interview with the author can be found here. And,Continue reading “Happy Friday, yes?”
“Last Word” by Allan Peterson from Precarious. Precarious is currently available for purchase at Amazon and SPD.
“To Vie” from Kimberly Lambright’s Ultra-Cabin (winner of the 42 Miles Press Poetry Award). Ultra-Cabin is currently available and able to be previewed and purchased at SPD and Amazon. Or you can purchase a copy from the author herself. She will be reading on 1.12.17 at BookWoman in Austin, TX and again on 1.13.17 atContinue reading “What are you intoxicated by this winter?”
Here’s another poem, a cold one for a warm evening. From Kimberly Lambright’s Ultra-Cabin, winner of the 42 Miles Press Poetry Award, available September 1, 2016 (Amazon, SPD).
G’afternoon’, South Bend & beyond! It’s 4:13 PM on the eighth day of October. Here are two poems and a photograph of a bass guitar… GHOST By Leila Chatti I like how easily I see through you. There, the slumbering bulb of your heart between the dead-branch- thicket of your ribs. Your fingers spindles ofContinue reading “TWO POEMS TO READ AT 4:13 PM”
G’evenin’, South Bend & beyond! It’s 1:41 AM on the first day of October. Here are three poems and a picture of an adult beverage… (Photo by: Chad Forbregd) GOOD NEWS BAD NEWS By Bruce Taylor Nothing’s what it used or ought to be: always too much of this, never enough of that, only aContinue reading “THREE POEMS TO READ AT 1:41 AM”
G’mornin’. It’s 6:53 AM on the first day of autumn. Here are three poems and a picture of a dog… (Photo by: Madison Blue) A MAN ON THE SUBWAY By Anele Rubin A man on the subway is wearing a t-shirt with New York City Mental Institute stenciled on the front. For a moment IContinue reading “THREE POEMS TO READ AT 6:53 AM”
There’s Grass Somewhere, But I Don’t Know How to Find It And if I’m wrong, what blue pulse would darken? For years I went not knowing why I spoke to water, why my fork stitched lace over every plate. What thing did you water to make me love like a socket? I do knit bricksContinue reading “Poem of the Week – Lizzie Harris”
Requiring something lovely on his arm Took me to Stamford, Connecticut, a quasi-farm, His family’s; later picking up the mammoth Girlfriend of Charlie, meanwhile trying to pawn me off On some third guy also up for the weekend. But Saturday we still were paired; spent It sprawled across that sprawling acreage Until the grass grewContinue reading “Labor Day (Louise Gluck)”