Submitted Poetry
By Clayton Luce There was a sizable crowd down at the Louisville Free Public Library today for the live readings and performances by Ron Whitehead, his mother Greta and some of his children performing live as Mama’s Opry Band. The performances were followed by book signings and photograph opportunities. […]
by Colin Newman Bright white caskets, exhumed from paper graves released from the hands of winged angles set free to fly through the shimmering firmament or sink to a loathsome decomposition in the minds and hearts that refuse to listen mighty swords dripping with inky drops of blue and […]
Inspired by real childhood poverty in Las Vegas USA by Saira Viola art by Unitas Her day was punched with silence And shredded with hand me down promises Only 10 summers young and already her dreams are splintered with hate. Through the filmy curtain of her left eye There […]
by Mario Burns The night before my nightmare Sitting in my chair I begin to fade out at some point Wake up downtown There is blood on my hands and shirt I rush home; pull the covers over my head Close my eyes Before I fall asleep, the alarm […]
by FROGG CORPSE There are no decorations, When I look out and see, A neighborhood too plain Communities withering. Trees leaves die too quick Too long to wait unfold. A canopy of sky My mind it ebbs and flows. The houses all line up Chipped paint, bark, and beast […]
by JB Quietly hanging in the back of the shed was a rope with 13 knots he had crafted for his head. An old red shed, covered in tarps, with boards for walls and dented paint cans for art. Clothed in snails and webs, scorpions and death, there hung his faithful […]
by Bradley James Weber First Day Nine men One lifeboat First Officer Now Captain Eight passengers One oar Zero rations Endless horizon No compass Second Day Air: equatorial Sun: blinding Tongues: parched Lips: cracked Water: none Less food Nine men One wounded One malcontent Fourth Day No land No […]
by Davis Ripley Keller I was drinking with the Devil and the Devil got drunk Passed out cold so I put him in the trunk Drove downtown to the county jail Said “book this crook don’t set no bail” Police said, “what did he do?” I said, “what did he […]
by Ron Whitehead in the middle of a dark and stormy october 31st night i convinced a young lady to drive me to the graveyard i had selected the tombstone a week earlier during a cloudy windy late afternoon walk reverend roscoe rankin january 19, 1809 – october 7, 1849 […]
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