Category / 2018 / Fall 2018 / Poetry

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  • Poet’s Prayer – Carl “Papa” Palmer

    Poet’s Prayer                                                                                        Father, Son, Holy Spirit Not kneeling in a church pew reciting catechism rote, a last minute plea, genie lamp wish upon a star desire nor begging for winning lottery numbers, just here this day to say thank you for continuing to bless me in spite of my transgressions. I attended Sunday…

  • Bony Egg – Travis Stephens

    Bony Egg   today you arrived with all the notice of a lightning strike; the scent of your hair, your alto laugh, the grace of stretching while at your easel. Somewhere within this bony egg– this overheated mush of fat and string– that memory lives. If I knew which quadrant I’d opt for surgery– a…

  • 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”.

  • Poetry Sucks by Jack Dawdy

    The winner of this year’s Fall Contest is Jack Dawdy. Jack Dawdy, who is a junior at Greenville College, submitted spoken word called “Poetry Sucks”.

  • Loneliness Verses Solitude

    Author: Elizabeth Nisly Junior at Bluffton high school Live Arts Contest | High School Poetry _________________________________________________________________________________________ Divided by a narrow line Soft and light and hard to see The nuances are very fine Both involving only me Craving one, I fear the other Solitude’s uglier brother I fear no one will ever see All the finer points of…

  • Enter Please

    Author: Lily Hauge Sophomore at New Orleans Center of Creative Arts 2nd place Live Arts Contest | High School Poetry _________________________________________________________________________________________ Please, Excuse the mess. The shutters are falling off, The wooden walls are rotting, And the roof, Oh! The russet stained metal roof, Surely, it’s rusting away. Vegetation, There is none. The drought took it away, Along…

  • For No Apparent Reason

    Author: Sydney Osterday Senior at Shasta High School Honorable Mention Live Arts Contest | High School Poetry _________________________________________________________________________________________ Sometimes it hits me, And suddenly I’m overwhelmed with grief and sorrow that seems to come from an unknown place within; perhaps an incarnate knowledge of terrible things to come, But what do I have to be sad about, really?… What…

  • Paul - Spoken Word

    Paul’s Spoken Word | One

    Author: Bilori Paul Sophomore at Rock Island High School Honorable Mention Live Arts Contest | High School Poetry | Spoken Word _________________________________________________________________________________________ One It was like I was stuck in two different worlds 2008 I surely thought I was Superman Flying to Krypton, my planet. Sadly I crashed in the United States. I was an alien from a…

  • No More

    Author: Imoni Brooks Senior at Da Vinci Design High School Honorable Mention Live Arts Contest | High School Poetry _________________________________________________________________________________________ I hate the city. It’s a convenience for transportation and what not, but it’s not for me. I crave adventure. I crave the feeling and rush of exploration. I want to walk barefoot in the woods, not…

  • Stars

    Excuse Me

    Author: Lexi Baysinger Undergraduate Junior at Greenville College 3rd place Live Arts Contest | Undergrad Poetry _________________________________________________________________________________________ “I love that you’re that kind of black person” Excuse me? “You just don’t take offence to my jokes, I love that about you.” Excuse you. “Can I touch your hair?” Look at my face and dare to ask again. “Come…

  • time’s waltz

    Author: Mandy Pennington Undergraduate Freshman at Greenville College 2nd place Live Arts Contest | Undergrad Poetry _________________________________________________________________________________________ time’s waltz hourglass beach sand trickling trickling like falling off a cliff the tiny grains scream the loss of time ticking they used to live under rough, tan feet swept in and out by turquoise cascades violent some…