Fire blight has touched the pear, and the bright leaves And rounding fruit crumble to ashes despite the sun, The showers, the desire to be and be more; Shepherd’s Crook has withered the branches to a spasm That pulls the tree earthward and breaks it to its grave, Though the tree is stretching the sky […]
put on Atom Heart Mother and guide him to sit on the edge of the bed with lit candles on the headboard and talk about your Carolines and Rosemaries before he would ask you to watch his skinny rib abductor muscles ripple while he reaction-screamed like a dinosaur and grab his hips with resolution to […]
says I’m divine like a banana split he can’t say no to. When he calls my name he shouts pomegranate and fake orgasms, honeybees and dandelion pollen. I ask him if he knows I do my makeup in the reflection of the TV, or that I once moved to New York to lose fifteen […]
I wait for you while the sun seeps out of tea bags in backdrop of overnight porcelain retrieved from cold memories. On cobblestones, patterned iron dazzles white. They sit with prim backs like austere monks in deep contemplation of laced tablecloths switched out of yesterday’s stains. I wait for myself as much to arrive as […]
Whiplashings of sun run down arms that squeeze necks as if to say: the hot floods my air filters when you whisper ignorant things; I whisper them but your mind is elsewhere. I can tell by the way the windshield sizzles like scorched slate as a troop of surfers hit the beach and the wave […]
You and I, at opposite ends of the universe, perform our unusual dance, you, spinning clockwise to the delight of the audience, and I, in opposing rotation, clapping my hands to the rhythm that sustains us. Your sudden collapse becomes my death, my spin thrown akilter, my charge reduced to zero. Angelo Giambra’s poetry has […]
Words says the janitor I just keep getting swept away till the floor is clean— that educated shine polished with spit from the tongue. Danny P. Barbare has recently appeared in Hollow, Sojourn, The Tau, and Willard & Maple. He attended Greenville Technical College where he studied creative writing. He has been writing poetry off […]
Got so high I finally felt like myself.
Brags about the solid granite. How his sweat and stretch polish the stone. That endless is his torment. As if forever means more to him than to us. As if he’d trade his burden for mornings writing checks our mothers can no longer sign, or his ever upward effort for their long downhill slides. Truth: […]
Grandma dropped the lizard down the garbage disposal. “I don’t like animals.” Her excuse muffles the Crunch crunch rattle crunch Of the lizard Pulled apart With the orange peel and the meatloaf and the broccoli and the half-eaten weight watchers Jello Leftovers. The lizard was a left-over. Over from the swamp. Pre-condo Pre-golf course Pre-garbage […]
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