by admin | Apr 16, 2020 | Poetry55, Volume 55
Issue 55 Boys Overheard While Playing a Video Game Kaitlyn Von Behren after Mary Szybist’s “Girls Overheard While Assembling a Puzzle” Amber’s boobs were practically escaping during Bible study today, did you notice? Hey, I’ll check the safes for ammo—...
by admin | Apr 15, 2020 | Poetry55, Volume 55
Issue 55 i am not the moon, nor a star Kaitlyn Von Behren in response to W. H. Auden’s “I Am Not A Camera” a girl with the sun’s rays hidden in her hair whispers to me a secret, and i wish i was the moon, reflecting light back to her. instead, i...
by admin | Apr 12, 2020 | Poetry55, Volume 55
Issue 55 For the Hens Ellis Gibson Hens peck the ground, kick their feet, stride around wobble-wattled, bright-eyed, proud and prim. I love them all; I admire one, who, in a snit, hits wing-tips against her sister, pecks a bloody feather off, leaves mottled gray skin...
by admin | Apr 11, 2020 | Poetry55, Volume 55
Issue 55 My Gordian Knot Rachel Hagerman I know you look a bit like me— Long, stringy brown hair. Small waist. Ambitious green eyes. Maybe you even have my dark eyebrows, straight teeth, and crooked smile. A touch of pink on the cheeks and tan in your...
by admin | Apr 10, 2020 | Poetry55, Volume 55
Issue 55 a godless room Kayla Simon i stopped praying for a while faith always slips away from me after loss. how i wished you could have seen the way i made Death into a father figure. i needed a strong grip in my life and had held Death’s hand enough...
by admin | Apr 9, 2020 | Poetry55, Volume 55
Issue 55 weightless Kayla Simon i. you have cuts on your hands carved by your own fingertips and a burn from back when you could still stomach toast for breakfast. back when you could still stomach the image of your ribcage in mirrored glass. now you shake when your...
