by kenzie | Mar 5, 2021 | Poetry56, Volume 56
Issue 56 Aubade for Catherine of Aragon Emma Camp on the eve of her 1501 marriage to Arthur, Prince of Wales Catherine, lucky daughter, last baby to live long enough to leave. How many times did your father tell you before you...
by Red Cedar Review | Mar 4, 2021 | Poetry56, Volume 56
Issue 56 Today Has Been an Era Isabella Durgin I don’t know how to feel When there is pain In the streets that has built up Like the oil on roads and now (for us) The rain has come, When the indefatigable dark Cannot permeate our house, When my dinner table melts away...
by admin | Mar 2, 2021 | Poetry56, Volume 56
Issue 56 Quarantine Capitalism Elysia Baskins I’m what they call a sellout, a poster child for being a poser Imposter syndrome the size of a brick house and my pride: a house made of sticks Say it, bitch, say it! I’m a cocksucker for the corporate conglomerate,...
by admin | Feb 28, 2021 | Poetry56, Volume 56
Issue 56 Lower Roxbury Tiera Moore Pride Mayra Martine had lived in Lower Roxbury for a short time. Since her father, with his teeth shining and brow glistening, gambled all the money away. Before, she had pranced the main streets of Boston, head high, looking like a...
by admin | Feb 27, 2021 | Poetry56, Volume 56
Issue 56 Coffee Anna Sharudenko as I pour coffee into a cup, it fills the room with an earthly pungent smell. I imagine what it would be like to think of you when the sun comes up … my consciousness drifts away. there is an end to a universe, but at its edge,...
by Red Cedar Review | Feb 25, 2021 | Poetry56, Volume 56
Issue 56 Poem at 21 Katey Funderburgh 9 years younger than Sophia Sanchez, she says It is midnight. We absorb each other’s language in the wine-drunk of the back concrete under a sky too full of ash to see stars. in the morning I am awake before...
