by Red Cedar Review | Mar 14, 2021 | Poetry56, Volume 56
Issue 56 Beyond the Wheels Allison Fox An afternoon run to the gas station for Polar Pops with the windows of my dad’s pickup truck down, and Soundgarden on the radio. We pass an abandoned parking lot of my hometown with tall grass growing out of the...
by kenzie | Mar 13, 2021 | Poetry56, Volume 56
Issue 56 The Patio We Turned Into a Garden Ellie Wilkie It backed up against the house asking for support vines clinging to that which was tended and known the man told us where to find a hose green rubber snaking through broken stones and that was the...
by kenzie | Mar 12, 2021 | Poetry56, Volume 56
Issue 56 IT’S RAINING TODAY Jo Clark So, the crepe myrtles have bowed their heads in prayer. Heady flora, pink and divine, they reach for spider webs, which wisp around liriope blooms, spiral steps curling heavenward. In this forest that grew me, fallen...
by kenzie | Mar 10, 2021 | Poetry56, Volume 56
Issue 56 Save Me With Your Affection Anastasia Simms Hold me until I forget that I’m now old enough to understand the movies I watched too young. Stroke my hair until you’ve wiped away the last traces of the world from my mind. Kiss my forehead...
by kenzie | Mar 9, 2021 | Poetry56, Volume 56
Issue 56 South Briana Wilson Silence blankets the city as much as I have ever seen—ice clouds the asphalt, school said don’t try to make it today, so I’m Home with my sister and mom is off to work— but my street isn’t so quiet today when there is a knock on the...
by admin | Mar 6, 2021 | Poetry56, Volume 56
Issue 56 Oath of Identity Celine Gauge I remember when our hands first met. when my blood melted holes in the snow, and yours fell thick on the dry pavement. a twin set of open wounds, freely weeping. are we really back here again? the crossroads have lost...
