Baby snail poem by Erica Crompton
Dressed in glitter,with silken train,here comes baby,in curly frame. Pledge salad leaves,for him to eat,glides across,with wide-foot feet. And then he curls into a ball,into his house, his home, his hall. And if you watch him,you’ll grow fonder;curling, climbing,Pet of yonder By Erica Crompton
A Poem By Mud About Psych Ward Meds
she sucks on her menthol e-cigarette it tastes like the outside desperation in a tube. she turns her head from side to side staring blankly all around her taking nothing in but nicotine. a step forward, she’s at the counter name? turn the page a little paper cup, with little paper pills, plastic gulp of […]
Biography, a poem by MJ Golias
After Elizabeth Bishop’s Visits to St. Elizabeths She was the house of Bedlam. She was the woman. She was—past—She was the moment you realize there may be no God. Facial expressions are faulty. Roots grow in the throat of that damaged woman. Voices are not modest in one’s head, ears, rib cage that stifle shifting […]
The theatre’s magic
An imagination is sparked with the arts, a poem by Rachel Melinek My sister imagination sparked as a child. As we get up to leave a magic show, she asks the magician on stage whether he dwelt in a cave. I was spellbound as a child by performance, I sometimes refused to move and asked […]