A Ferret, a Stoat, and a Polecat//go into a bar. Wait, it isn’t that kind/of poem.
Category: Poetry
Three Poems by Jeannine Hall Gailey
Is she a victim or a villainess?/ You remember only a storm of swords and flame, /a flash of the white of winter, /the blue of a dragon’s eye.
“Bad News” by Amy King
She doesn’t know what the snow does/
to her pipes. But you do.
“recipe for a massacre: tulsa 1921” by Quraysh Ali Lansana
a lynch mob. a defense mob. a gunshot. hate. a gunshot. hate. a deputizing of hundreds.
“Schnitzel” by Rax King
All meat is tenderized
the same way. /Good meat
is beat lifeless before you eat.
“Goodnight, Whoever You Are” by Michael Robins
Faceless hills,/
lamps of summer in galaxy gray, we touch & go
“Enlightenment” by Virginia Konchan
I have a blind date with destiny:/
no doubt I won’t be recognized.
“What Are the Prospects?” by Amy Lemmon
The question I asked/
every time I tried the online Tarot reading site,/
hoping again and again for some ancient truth/
to blow up like a billboard in living color...
“A Room with a Prayer” by Karen Schoemer
She reminds me of my Italian cousins. Square brick houses on tight suburban streets with Madonnas-in-bathtubs on front lawns.
“For Coloreds Only” by Daniel Summerhill
Still, somehow, each time I boarded,/
the jetway seemed a partition in which/
I could change in and out of my skin at will
