Submitted Poetry
by Ron Whitehead visited Springfield flew to Louisville drove Bardstown Road to St. Catharine College then on to The Starving Artist Cafe Welcome to Springfield, Kentucky wandered Main street side streets lost for hours small suitcase weighed down with heavy words The Emancipation Proclamation The Gettysburg Address Abraham Lincoln’s words […]
By Thomas Foolery Once slouched over, that was indeed the end… Couldn’t hold on any longer, losing grip, broken fingers bend… Fingernails tearing at flesh, crimson blood seeping through bloodshot brown eyes… A crippled man’s walk in the future I surmise…waiting for the inevitable demise… It will come as no […]
By: Kidman Williams Tonight is the night of dance. Tonight is the night of trance. Tonight we awake and become Hierophants. Awaken from that illusion sweets And see what’s in Heat. The Storm clouds roll out of the East. Tonight is the night we fly. Tonight is the night […]
A Gonzo poem without parts dedicated to Hunter Thompson and my friend Ron Whitehead By: Larry Jaffe I turned neither left nor right and wondered how it was possible to stay straight on center when turning was superstition and leaving home was birthright I turned again in wonder […]
By: Ron Whitehead “I write this poem for the victims in Paris today, for all victims of the freedom of speech and of the press, for all victims of freedom, for all who stand up and speak out for freedom, equality, peace and justice for all, for the non-violent spiritual […]
Hand on the snake and the innocent protected her darkness is lofted, one feather at a time rending the clouds she dreams in. She is screaming aloud, “Please, take this child from me!” this lizard she sees, sleeping in her blood. Exhaling, under the bed is the art of children […]
by Hector E. Gomez Streets of gold, that lucky strike just over the next lotto drawing. Scratching and sniffing, You’ll see. We’ll see. The more the pain, the more the gain… (then why is social security and education so fucked up?) But the immigrant children keep coming, You’ll […]
By: Connor Gonzales Have you ever played Marco Polo in a pool? That’s how i feel about love sometimes. I yell “Marco” at the top of my lungs but i never hear “Polo.” I feel as if I’m stumbling around in a pool of confusion and frustration just looking for […]
the reformation to our new military industrial corporate complex secret government the fathers who art cromwellian puritan roundheads after w.b. yeats turning and turning in the widening gyre the falcon cannot hear the falconer things fall apart the center will not hold the powermongers are loosed upon the world the […]
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