Tag Archives: Poetry

Anthony Bourdain Crosses the River of the Dead

  Anthony Bourdain Crosses the River of the Dead By John Dorsey   Anthony Bourdain Crosses the River of the Dead & there is nothing to eat a mouse carrying a ham sandwich died in the corner of the room … Continue reading

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Larry

. Larry By Tim Peeler   Larry There’s an owl-faced hillbilly boy staring at me across The Cracker Barrel dining room where I’m sat back to the fireplace, Waiting on pecan-crusted catfish, cornbread, Collards, contemporary country music with its TV … Continue reading

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The Art of Acquiescence

  The Art of Acquiescence By Margaret Crocker   THE ART OF ACQUIESCENCE To be a woman in this world is to bend and curve and slip around its corners like a snake in the river. The river has always … Continue reading

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Maiden Voyage

– Maiden Voyage By Howie Good   Maiden Voyage All things are photographable. Two days ago it was a ruined farmer walking slowly over a country bridge, as if looking for a place to jump. Yesterday it was a man … Continue reading

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Mull to Ulva

  Mull to Ulva By Tobi Alfier   Mull to Ulva Because the distance from land-shore to island is a fingersnap in the constant of all time. Because the tides bless fishermen and landlocked alike, full creels the harvest here, … Continue reading

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The Ferry Captain

  The Ferry Captain By Jeffrey Alfier   The Ferry Captain He is the hull, diesel and waterline that mark him, ligature of fists on the wheel. He is bow wave and sting of spindrift, inlets sprawled with waterfowl, tidewrack, … Continue reading

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What Do You Call This? Bubba Ganush?

  What Do You Call This? Bubba Ganush? By Mike Acker   What Do You Call This? Bubba Ganush? They hug and whisper kind words in the other’s ears. They share their home-cooked fares, and delight in the quaintness of … Continue reading

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Springmaid Pier

  Springmaid Pier By Jonathan K. Rice   Springmaid Pier Cigarettes glow orange on cheeks of patient ruddy faces. The odor of strip bait and shrimp fills the air. Tackle boxes, buckets and coolers line weathered planks. Lights on fishing boats … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: IRIS JAMAHL DUNKLE

DAPHNE’S BROKEN SONNET By Iris Jamahl Dunkle Apples are imagining themselves onto hillsides – pink petals stick out their tongues from the dark mouths of branches  and the forest canopy ripens overnight until it pulses like a green heart. Spring frankensteins … Continue reading

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Eve

. Eve By Sister Lou Ella Hickman   eve was the original survivor story evicted from her plush garden palace which meant she had to start over this time she would discover how much life isn’t fair when she lost … Continue reading

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