by kenzie | Feb 24, 2021 | Poetry56, Volume 56
Issue 56 Lies Outside the St. Thomas Aquinas Bathroom Jo Clark She does not waste time. you she says, and her eyes are the same color as the olive tree that was broken down to build the nativity scene you know that if you become a...
by kenzie | Feb 23, 2021 | Poetry56, Volume 56
Issue 56 Lockdown Pantoum Anastasia Simms I want to go home. Then, I realize I am home. Which just makes me want to go to bed even though I got enough sleep. Then I realize I am home, and the world outside feels big and exhausting, even though I got enough...
by kenzie | Feb 18, 2021 | Poetry56, Volume 56
Issue 56 It’s Raining Upstairs Michael Turle It’s the rain that blisters down like bullets as thunder rocks the trees adrift, makes out to break your windows if you don’t come out to play, so you prattle down the staircase, shake on your best rain boots...
by kenzie | Feb 15, 2021 | Poetry56, Volume 56
Issue 56 ramblings Ellie Wilkie i like old places forgotten places where grass grows high and creatures lurk adventure surprise places just mine i like secrets cradled in wood kept secrets but for me ancient houses with dusted books all about on the floor big...
by kenzie | Feb 10, 2021 | Poetry56, Volume 56
Issue 56 Fireproof Michael Turle I have traipsed in robes of jade through azure gardens — round the spines of ancient lovers, muses’ children who breathe with eyes I cannot know. I can but imagine how bright their fires, the warmths they held inside...
