Category Archives: Poetry
“An Ode to the Sense of Motion: Part I” by Eamon Thomasson
The words to the song are hard to follow. They fluctuate on each occasion of singing. But the core of the tune remains: An ode to the sense of motion. Part I: Tea orders the mind. The ordinary room, well … Continue reading
“A Short Pick Up Rhyme (For Valentine’s Day)” by Danielle Smith
Roses will be black. Violets will be black too. One day you’ll be a corpse And then none will love you. Thus, knowing you will die And worms will eat your lips, Won’t in my bed you lie, And first … Continue reading
“They Came One Day” by Eric Feldstein
They Came One Day by Eric Feldstein They came one day, Shouted out loud: “We are here to proclaim to you, Your new king.” We gathered in the local square, Jake, Lisa, Akimo, my friends Lin, Brooks, Sarah, my family … Continue reading
Ode 1.19 by Horace (translated by Danielle Smith)
The savage Mother of that child Cupid And Bacchus, the boy of Theban Semele, And wanton License command me to return My heart to finished loves. The brightness of that courtesan Glycera burns me, More refined than Parian marble, gleaming; … Continue reading
Sight by Nicole Seleme (October 13th, 2014)
So bleeds a heart That has never been scarred. So sings the voice That has never known a song. I try and wait, In unmoving ignorance, To look away from the draping sun Lest it veil me. But I want … Continue reading
Ode to Sunday by Eamon Thomasson
Ode to Sunday Compounded by translucent philosophies The gelatinous gears of day grind on. A sense of urgency, backed by vagueness, that gets one out of bed in the morning. An evaporating feeling of escape on the morning walk. … Continue reading
Bees by Eamón Tomásson
Bees by Eamón Tomásson Born out of toil and labor, The fleet of death was arriving Slaving through the doom of sorrow and pain. The dove was sent out as a last hope, to bring the message of hope to … Continue reading
Yesterday’s Flowers by Danielle Smith
The flowers I liked yesterday, Today have gone. They were there yesterday, And now there’s none. I kept meaning to share them, When they were here. I meant to share them tomorrow, Or next week, next month. Those flowers gave … Continue reading
Is by Aaron Sampson
I breaks on adolescence like split voices on the crescent of a shadow. I shivers with the presence of itself and quivers at the sight. but I paints pictures on broken mirrors And smears resolution on one’s eyes. and I … Continue reading
Mulled Wine by Gayathri Raj
MULLED WINE “Bring me your best Chardonnay” And a glass of liquid gold arrives. The evening wears on, dragging its feet In the mire of tired conversation Our eyes wander, to watch the wall, and the waiter Polishing the table. … Continue reading