Thirty-Five by G.P. Ching
Tags/ Posted by Simon KartarNoon sun was a white hole in the sky, and I was the lovely killer on the bridge.continue reading this poem
…she pours sweetener and then cream into a glass of water, stirring it with a knife
Settled by Brinda Banerjee
Tags/ Posted by Simon KartarMy mouth is empty for you. You are the aspirin I am to take to possess the morning, to make the earth rotate left.continue reading this poem
Dream mists clear as I wake, and I remember it – the promise of the day ahead. Stretching, I feel well-being flow through my body despite the familiar aches and pains. I am healthy, I remind myself, rising and stepping off our low platform bed.
Into the Wild Blue Yonder by Doug Bond
Tags/ Posted by Simon KartarFollow the weather of longing, fat, pink Rubenesque cloudscontinue reading this poem
Somewhere in Indiana they started up again. I’d been counting the time between mile markers when he grabbed it from her. Ma had been folding and refolding the map, trying to answer his question about the Skyway and the Dan Ryan. The car swerved, just a bit, not much, not the way she reacted. I knew he was really a good driver. He’d flown jets in Vietnam, back for good now, just as things getting bigger there too.
Before by Lou Freshwater
Tags/ Posted by Simon KartarHave you noticed how when you see two people talking anywhere in the world, one is almost always smiling?continue reading this poem
The last time they made love she could feel the hint of pain and loss which would become her.
