I’m No Poetry Groupie by Barbara Leonhard & Nolcha Fox even though I loveto meet online withfellow poets, lovecollaborations.Words flow bestwhen I’m alone.Images turn intopoems whenthis old lonerbasks in hush. My poems are buried gems. I dig in silence searching for each one. I polish their rough contours.Hold them up to the light. Except for the reallybad poems.I hit them on the... Continue Reading →
Party Hearty by Barbara Leonhard and Nolcha Fox Rona woke up on the right side of the saddle. Felt hoarse. Coughed up phlegm the color of runny yolks. “Good day for a party. They love Worry woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Snorfed up dust bunnies and family ghosts hiding under the... Continue Reading →
Cow Cud by Barbara Leonhard & Nolcha Fox I chew on poems like a cow on cud just eating words not just any words always looking for the sweetest ones the ones I can stomach the others are much I am that weird poet planting words instead of flowers. My neighbors wonder why... Continue Reading →
And Just Like the Movies by Michelle Ayon Navajas though our story is muddled in the dark,trampled upon each murdered "happy endings"with complete reveries of "thank yous and goodbyes",just as a movie ends with long list of credits,i hope this New Year would keep us together;"please, don't make us fade to oblivion." with each passing... Continue Reading →
does not look back at me in the mirror. The mirror is warped, or that body is out of adjustment. I check my glasses for smears and dirt. My reflection snickers. “Doll, this is you in all your splendor. Failed Fertility Goddess with bulges in places that used to be slim. Sags and bags and... Continue Reading →
Be careful what you say. Sharp words will prick and pop my heart today, scatter roses on the floor. Petals here. Petals there. Tiny petals everywhere. Broken heart. Broken care. Petals wilt in my despair. Harsh words drive me away. I need a new place to stay. Escape I must in all this dust. My... Continue Reading →
Knife Time is a surgeon who flunked medical school. He operates with imprecision, cutting away the fat of the day, slashing through the hours with a pocket knife. When Time is finished, there is nothing left of me. Even my bones are nothing but dust. ... Continue Reading →
I’d play, but I’ve lost my marbles. Thought they were in my purse. Last week, I caught them rolling down the hall into my bedroom under my bed, hiding with the dust bunnies. I lost my marbles, they rolled out of my head and out the door to scatter sunlit reflections my thoughts can’t hold.... Continue Reading →
We met at last year’s carnival, our time thrill rides and cotton candy. You left me spinning, rotting on a board, pinned by your knives of detachment.
I now admit I can’t live like I did when I was younger. One-level living suits my knees much better than three stories. As I pack I find too much to move to smaller quarters. How did I stuff forgotten stuff in every nook and cranny? My pea-green canvas Girl Scout bag, holding my mischief.... Continue Reading →
to awaken to a shady country lane lined with wildflowers. A cozy cottage whispering smoke from the hearth. A fruit tree bearing promise. Birds singing. The sun shining. Somewhere a brook running clean for child play. I’d love to walk a country lane that isn’t paved with snakes, to live in a cozy cottage that... Continue Reading →
with my Amazon Prime delivery I wanted two yesterdays ago? Why don’t you reroute your route to bring it early for once? Don’t you know this is my fix? I can’t go to bed without it. And why do you deliver packages on my back fence? I find them clinging to the rim in the... Continue Reading →
His heart was leather and steel sprockets, nothing soft about it. He didn’t care for others, for what they said or felt. They were just cogs to run his world, barely worth a compliment. The pews were empty when he died, no one to praise or honor him. The only tears were raindrops when he... Continue Reading →
being ordinary when I was two years old. So much to scrawl upon the wall, so much to say, so much to see. Kindergarten taught me to be different was to be excluded. Ordinary was the costume I wore every day. Ordinary itched, caught cooties, crumpled my wings, strangled, tangled up my voice. I flushed... Continue Reading →
guide to the world I’ve wandered. I can show you sunsets, flowers, coffee shops, where to find the deals on anything you’d ever want. Don’t ask me where I love to live. I never settle anywhere for long. Bio Nolcha Fox Nolcha’s poems have been curated in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Alien Buddha Zine, Medusa’s Kitchen,... Continue Reading →
Aquel infame día en que Ramón Ibarra falleció, Dios ordenó a sus ángeles que le fuera suministrada en el otro mundo una casa ilusoriamente igual [more…]
Abrieron una barbería cerca de mi casa. Según escuché por boca de los vecinos, cobraban solo cincuenta pesos, así que decidí acudir para aprovechar la [more…]
(La confession de la Bonne)Jeanne d’Arc; by her contemporaries commonly known as la Pucelle (the Maid).Born at Domremy in Champagne, probably on 6 January 1412; died at Rouen, 30 May, 1431. I was born with heaven awake my friendright and wrong in the blood.A cock was the heraldin the dark of the night, andchurch bells welcomed the sun. What I saw […]
Malame, a year past sprouting groin hair, was tall for his age, and thin. Old enough to work the plow horse and tend crops for his family. And to bring a sack of wheat to market to barter for other food. Just after reaching the village commons of Droughne, Guthfried walked up to him and […]
by Marcello Comitini Write slowly so that the flowers bloomand the branches fill with leavesand the lymph rises to dye them greentender at first, then greener and greener.Wait for the wind to make them wantto shudder at the caresses of the sun and the rainat the mysterious tenderness of the moon.Finally tired, they fall on the […]
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