Bedrieger Junction

Putting on Cyrano For D.K. Putting on Cyrano de Bergerac makes everbody adolescent horny. For a few weeks we all moon, romantic and doomed. You had a bit part and I was in wardrobe, but we were the stars in our own star-crossed...

Social Drinking I never drink alone. Summer afternoon: As I sit on my porch, My fingers curled around A sweating glass of scotch, Chickadees sing to me And cicadas gossip. A shy breeze flirts, kissing My cheek with her cool lips Before...

Predation Proud The eagle is old. His feathers are greasy, ragged, lousy. Half-blind, he blinks against the sun he once looked in the face, equal to equal. Hungry. He’s always hungry. He spies a wake of vultures tearing at a rotting...

Agkistrodon contortrix This city's asquirm with vipers. You risk meeting one when you step off the curb or turn back your sheets. A civic group beheaded the snake that bit poor Mr. Farmer, and the air grew thick with confetti and heavy...

Poem redacted because it's been accepted for a litzine. Have a digital doodle thing instead!

late april snow not yet here is here -- sylvester hobson ”late april snow” by sylvester hobson is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License. Based on a work at...

An AI Attempts an Imagist Poem NEARBY I SUMMARIZE HISTORY WHILE STANDING BEHIND A CAT. A man in a porkpie hat is holding a piece of pizza and a bouquet of black and white flowers with a pair of scissors he waves at a red banana...

No sound from the rain. Footsteps echo in the hotel hall. -- Carl Bettis ”No sound from the rain” by Carl Bettis is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License. Based on a work at...

Taken for Granted I'll tell you what freedom is to me: no fear. I mean, really, no fear!" -- Nina Simone Freedom to put off fixing that taillight on a car that still flaunts an Obama bumper sticker. Freedom to buy one item and...

A Disquisition Upon Pyramids I don't believe, just to make it clear, that space aliens built the pyramids in Egypt or that Egyptians built the pyramids in Mexico or that wizards built Stonehenge. But I know space aliens exist. Back when...

i have a question i have a question or two for grass blades growing lushly green who in four months time will break brittle underfoot and for the mockingbird now loud who will be then silent and for the changeable moon who never...

Click on the small, cropped image for the complete image. The poem is more than the text alone, but the text is below. The Rose Tree's Complaint The soul is the missing body that would prove the crime. The corpse sings & everyone hears...

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History of You and Me for R.A. When we met: Weary, both, from recent battles and battering storms, we hoped only in one another to find fleeting respite. We were too worldly to hunt that mythical creature, peace. When we...

The Public Domain Review is dedicated to the exploration of curious and compelling works from the history of art, literature, and ideas – focusing on works now fallen into the public domain, the vast commons of out-of-copyright material that...

At Least I Take Notes I tell myself, Wake up, you moron, your house is burning! Put it out or call for help or run away! I holler, I cajole, I plead, I scold. Helplessly I watch myself toss spices, powders, salts into the flames,...

Caraway Seeds in Crystallized Honey A pataphysical love song How beautiful is thy dwelling, my beloved! As you delicately place mousetraps in the pantry, how stately thy pulse! How amiable thy armpits, their abundant hair a fragrant bower...

"A comprehensive anthology and guide to English literature of the Middle Ages, Renaissance, Seventeenth Century, Restoration and Eighteenth Century" The focus here is medieval to 18th-century literature, but some more modern literature...

“Collective Unrest is a leftist political journal. The poetry, fiction, essays, photography, visual art, music, and otherwise contained herein are meant to produce a feeling of humanity, unrest, social justice, and urgency.”

Invisible Handwriting Scribbled across clouds that drizzle annoyance on suburban men walking dogs ordinance passed by forces that spin galaxies and silkworm cocoons henceforth apocalypse be ordinary (special status revoked and privileges...