POEM ALONE
Wednesday, 4 June 2025
Jacquie Bryson: Bloods
Monday, 2 June 2025
Howie Good: Factory
Wednesday, 28 May 2025
Jean L. Kreiling: Musicians of Spain
Monday, 26 May 2025
Cheryl Snell: Genealogy
Friday, 23 May 2025
Jackie Chou: Far From the Balcony Gate
Wednesday, 21 May 2025
Colleen Addison: space
in the space that exists now because you don’t write me I sit on a central American deck the yoga mat unused on the planks and a coffee cup next to me dregs dark at the bottom the room visible through the sliding doors with its twinbedspushedtogether the howling of monkeys and chitterchatter of birds I don’t know feels silent as a soundtrack without the beep of your text and yesterday the pitter of rain fell beepless onto the doors the hotel clerk called my name in the dark that wasn’t you either and now a squirrel runs from leaf to leaf like gymnastics but less elaborate I get up not to check the phone but to take a photo the squirrel leaps again and it is gone
Colleen Addison completed a PhD in health information; she then promptly got sick herself. Her recent work has been featured in Giant Tentacles, Halfway Down the Stairs, and River Teeth.
Monday, 19 May 2025
Lauren Sarrantonio: Earthly Travels
Sunday, 18 May 2025
Sunday Review: ‘Terminals’ by Nathanael O’Reilly
They do not know my remainswill be scattered on their beach, blownout to see, the evidence of mesettling down in one place at least[.]
Wait. Become ruminant,Meditate. Peel and grate ginger,sip healing tea. Search for signsof chance. Remember your mother,how she believed in you, gatheredyou in her arms, tickled your toes,made you laugh until you lost breath,distracted you from darkness. Sit in the yardimbibing the moon[.]