Julie Bruck: The Last Two Jews of Kabul
When his roommate finally expired at eighty,
Zebulon said he was relieved to be rid of Isaak.
The pair had held out in a decaying synagogue
under Mujahedeen, Taliban, Americans, more Taliban.
Dawn Potter: The Unicorn Is in Captivity and No Longer Dead
Which do I like better, someone asks, fork or spoon?
And I reply, That’s not a question for Thursday.
Ask me instead how I lost my virginity,
Paul Christensen: Portrait of the Artist as a Young Twit
I used to wander around on lower Broadway in Manhattan when I was still a teenager. I had a dead-end job at a valve company taking orders from plumbers wanting a gate valve or oversized coupling for an apartment building going up.
Louise Hawes: My muse at seventy-something
My muse is fast; her legs, long, relentless,
churn like propellers. She seldom stops to
explain where we’re going.
Abby Zimet: He Who Hath Not A Uterus Should Shut the Fucketh Up – Fallopians 13:13
On a good day for duplicitous zealots peculiarly fixated on controlling women’s bodies, Lindsey Graham, a childless, partnerless ghoul who’s never experienced any pregnancy welcome or not, proposed a nationwide abortion ban backed only by a tiny, rabid minority…
Video: Jaimie G | Animals
Comedian Jaimie G talks about our treatment of animals, the environmental impact of animal agriculture and much more in this spoken word poem.
Wendy Cope: Lissadell
The light of evening. A gazelle.
It seemed unchanged since Yeats’s day.
Last year we went to Lissadell
And life was good and all is well.
Michael Simms: My debut novel is being launched tonight
This evening the rap artist and filmmaker Christian Nowlin will be helping me launch my debut novel BICYCLES OF THE GODS: A DIVINE COMEDY.
Gerry LaFemina: Some Things Just Can’t Be Explained
This is what sasquatch does, leaves
behind only a remnant of itself, some imprint,
a clue. The rest is speculation, the way
the Phantom Grammarian could have been anyone—
Patricia Clark: My Father on a Bicycle
If you ever saw my father in shorts,
you wouldn’t forget his stick-thin legs,
the knees knobby as windfall dwarf apples.
Bruce Bennett: “Cow Cuddling” and other poems for your delight and amusement
Adorabull and Moonicorn
(who has a single eye and horn)
are two among the gentle crew
who – for a price – will lie with you.
Barbara Hamby: Ode on Dictionaries
A-bomb is how it begins with a big bang on page
one, a calculator of sorts whose centrifuge
begets bedouin, bamboozle, breakdance, and berserk,
one of my mother’s favorite words, hard knock
clerk of clichés that she is
Matthew J. Parker: Witchcraft Recall
What if the numerous investigations into Trump, all of which he claims are witch hunts, were literal witch hunts, and thus governed under the time-honored draconian standards that history dictates?
Vox Populi: OMG! An Interview with Michael Simms about his Debut Novel ‘Bicycles of the Gods’
Who wouldn’t love a story about badass vigilante nuns and the end of the world?
