4 poems from ‘The Groundswallowers’

1. Turn off, Lay low, Shut up. How to design a hailstorm? I am aware of an instance where a considerable length of cable unspoiled into an uncharted trench. I’d imagine a source of curiosity, I hope there is a kind of influx of people who just come here to stare at our ancestors. This [...]

RXN

by Mitch Tirea Stop what? What are you talking about? You are nothing but a dream, a memory that needs to be repressed, an illusion that breaks my order and a feeling that asks for fulfillment. You are a hope without hope, an expectation without reward, adoration without refinement, a presence without existence and love [...]

Rapture

by Blair Shapiro This feeling creeps up on me. takes over my body, smacks me in the face, takes me to another place. My mind is filled with your image, I’m thrilled. I’m elated and disturbed. My feelings need to be curbed because what you’re feeling is unclear. The lack of reciprocity I fear. And [...]

she needs someone to tell her

By Boyd Johnson she shone gold with beerlight and hopes so high you could climb them to the stars and see everything thats good about anyone. it was the death of her. no matter how many times you lied to her the gold shines through. if you’re the next guy, give it a good once [...]

Jazz and Poetry

By Nay Torious The Educator Jazz and poetry it’s something alike I never know what I’m going to write But I’m a jazz head from a kid you see Listening to jazz since at least sixty three Ella Fitzgerald was hitting those notes So much beautiful music came from her throat Lady Day crooning of [...]

Impossibility

When you have said all the words I need to hear and told me everything in warm whispers, except “I love you.” It won’t be enough. When you have given me flowers, apologies, soft sentiments and fresh hope in softest whispers, but haven’t said “I love you.” It won’t be enough. When you have told [...]

This Is Not Yours

By Nicole Kuwik How the fuck do you tell when a mango is ripe? and why do I have to do this alone? Unsure and fed up, I cut it open and decide that it tastes something like gumdrops. Is this how things were supposed to play out?! Later, I listen to songs about hot [...]

Gift

By Diane Boisvert Wrapped in emotions Colorful feelings Tied with anxiety High expectations That beg not to be disappointed Uncover with fervor Feverishly tearing or Neatly unfolding and Saving the outer adornment The inside is irrelevant What counts is that it looks nice My advice would be to… Leave it as it is.

Oxygen

By Nicole Kuwik I remember this one time on vacation when my PapaPaul had said something that made us all pair up and leave him standing by the rental car, But then his emphazema started to bother him and I remember the look in his eyes when he just couldn’t get enough air Well, the [...]

What I Want to be When I Grow Up

by Erin Croy “No one ever says, ‘I want to be a junkie when I grow up.’” Anti-Drug Public Service Announcement It was that commercial with the hobo. It was my fifth grade classroom. The D.A.R.E. officer explained, as I daydreamed out the window, you will lose control of yourself.