Monthly Archives: April 2017

This poem is available as a PDF to preserve formatting. Please click on the link: The Post Hole Digger © 2017 Scott Davis Howard Scott holds an MA in British literature from the University of Montana, Missoula (2008), is an … Continue reading →

Haunted House Ghosts and goblins Monsters and ghouls My house is haunted Cause I’ve been a fool Skeletons in my closet Bones on my floor Remnants and fragments Of a life that is no more Black cat in the window … Continue reading →

In My Wildest Dreams I’m moving to Croatia to be a poet on Youtube I’m the Queen. Lord Edward of Lincoln Lady Rachel of the Ridge. My wildest dreams are dreamed on a rural ridge where wildlife lives. Unpheasant the … Continue reading →

Big Yellow Now They sell merchandise an unbending juggernaut with a cartel formula sleek and a winning HOT blog Don’t the ways seen be known you don’t know what you want to own they sell merchandise an unyielding juggernaut oooohhh … Continue reading →

Final Confession My grandmother flirted with the priest who visited her at home each week, about Wednesday, to hear her confession. I can’t, in reality, blame her: my grandfather, nine or ten years gone; my grandmother, frank and feisty, a … Continue reading →

The Jabberwocky and the Magpies Lewis Caroll meets Dennis Glover ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. and Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle The … Continue reading →

Falling into and apart Grab for edge, reach for control time, standing still, does astound as into rabbit hole, descend further and further into it free-floating over ground. SCAD diving, Dallas-bound carabiner-tethered tightly trick of memory, wide-open shut hard-drive found, … Continue reading →

This poem is available as a PDF to preserve formatting. Please click on the link: Writing © 2017 Lynn Gilbert Lynn Gilbert has had poems in Borderlands: Texas Poetry Review, Concho River Review, Exquisite Corpse, Kansas Quarterly, Southwestern American Literature, … Continue reading →

How to Become a Skeleton “The bones will then be scrubbed with toothbrushes . . .” Lizzie Widdicombe, The New Yorker, April 10, 2017 (imo Christopher Gray) So what’s left besides words? Words that came out of mouths onto stone … Continue reading →

Corybantic The wildebeest beast grabs my hand for a feast Fighting its flesh for a piece of the meat As I dance on the forest floor in bare feet Liquored up and delirious Hiking the AT The wiles of imagination … Continue reading →