Category / 2018 / Fall 2018 / Poetry

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  • The Salty Sea of a Dream – Teresa Sutton

    The Salty Sea of a Dream   I wish you days on end golden as honey and new as the sun as it streams above the horizon each morning. I wish you the orange of ripe pumpkins and autumn leaves at the moment they ignite with the essence of their lives. I wish you the…

  • MISSED CONNECTION / WHAT IS FREEDOM ANYWAY? – Michael Zinkowski

    MISSED CONNECTION / WHAT IS FREEDOM ANYWAY?   You know the feeling of interdimensional travel, that poppy seed of recognition you get when you think you know someone or you know the person but can’t remember how? They say, for the West, widespread wildfires spread across thousands of acres for months, choking the valleys where…

  • Regrets – Star LaBranche

    Regrets   I run around like a wet dog, fur dripping with affection, no one wants to get close enough to me to pet me in my desperate bit for attention, I chase after people as they run one day I met another wet dog and he rushed to greet me, so excited that he…

  • As I Walked – Ken Tomaro

    AS I WALKED The sun was humming through the clouds just enough that this particular morning felt brighter but still gray the snow was in piles touched with dirty footprints the people looked miserable and rightly so clumps of ice and dirty snow fell around me as I walked all was calm yet dull steam…

  • Empty Caverns – Katie Matz

    Empty Caverns Why do you feel the desperate need to gouge and scrape at me until there’s no diamonds left not even a stone? Only black, cloudy, ash of sooty coal leftover and unwanted. The same way it felt When I watched you Slowly              drag your pickaxe to another…

  • Buzzwinkle

    BUZZWINKLE That’s what the citizens of the small Alaskan town named him when he stood drunk and slightly knock-kneed in the pub’s courtyard after eating too many fallen crabapples. His inclined head drooping under the weight of his antlers, what look like plates and bowls tilt when he turns his long face sideways— the flap…

  • A Curse Upon Myself

    A Curse Upon Myself     May a tree grow from the roof of my mouth. Mice swim in my sink. My thumbs drop out.   May we marry your sister’s cooking. Gather in clumps. Throw glass in a stone house.   Oh me is woe. Have a mosquito sing in my ear. Stir my…

  • Aria

    Aria by Janette Schafer   I let your sheet music sit atop the Bechstein where you left it, one corner slightly raised where it rests on a champagne bottle made into a vase for a silk orchids.   The cadenza is stained by a ring of dribbled coffee. The cup’s mouth is dusty and I…

  • Fishbowl Daydream

    Fishbowl Daydream Drew Pisarra   Can a dead goldfish still swim or does it drift around round abandoned castles and trailer park snails, simply out of habit…   And what of the fish alive, does it measure time in invisible ripples, is it tirelessly circling   in search of escape, is it chasing its tail,…

  • are you of my // Ben Casey

    Ben Casey, a Greenville College student, received honorable mention for this year’s Fall Contest, with his poem “are you of my”.