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National Poetry Month April 19, 2020 Lois Roma-Deeley Anxiety and Television News My lungs hurt. I’m not breathing. So, here I sit, alone on a narrow bed, making hand puppets appear and disappear between the lamplight and the wall. Stretching both hands wide open, I cross both palms, one over the other, waving each […]
National Poetry Month April 18, 2020 Jessica Barksdale Inclan HOW TO ROAST A PELICAN If you can catch one, you must first kill it. You may stop out of necessity or belief system. But if you’re hungry, if you feel the flesh on your teeth, wring its neck. Next, pluck. I can’t tell you how. […]
National Poetry Month April 17, 2020 Penelope Schott Dear Repair Technician, My husband is not operating properly. When he drives, he doesn’t speak, or if he does, he says, that’s a Tesla. In bed when I want my feet rubbed, his hands will drift up to my breasts. If he slices strawberries for cereal, […]
National Poetry Month April 16, 2020 Pamela Sumners LAST RITES It rained cottonmouths for 30 days after you died. They wore proud boots and took over the streets, slithered and kicked through the steel-plated doors. They sat coiled or casually dropped in your special recliner. They ate the last Tyson’s chicken in Arkansas—they did! […]