Category: POETRY
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My Mother Wants a Cigarette by Ralph Savarese
My Mother Wants a Cigarette Our public health officials have discovered irony, that wind chime on the porch of the gods, that spangled irritant. They’re like an older person with an iPhone, taking selfies, watching videos. “Now, how does this app work?” They tell us smoking offers some protection from the virus. Apparently nicotine inhibits […]
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I hold a knife to my jugular before interpreting the Hieroglyph on the far Wall by Enotor Prosper
before Jugular my to Knife a Hold I the Interpreting Wall far the on Hieroglyph At 10:30 P.M., I am in a bus, around that bus, Nigeria is burning; to the far left, a boy cut opens his mouth to mimic the howl rolling out from beside the full moon. Let’s pretend hunger is not […]
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A masochist learns to sing the Stones by Brandy McKenzie
A masochist learns to sing the Stones When I say yes, I’m not sure what I mean any more. It could be this: a dark room, some others, Mick Jagger crying over a lost love no one remembers these days, his love and money missing but his coats hanging warm. It could be me, naked […]
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Two Poems by Paul Ilechko
A Dismal Completion Follow the thread as it peels back to rawness as it peels away the repetition my scars not visible when the prejudiced flesh battles the apathy of its own nature * * * * * * * the thread is a knotted line bulked and swollen as taut as nerve on a cold white day thickening against the […]
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Two Poems by Jonel Abellanosa
Siesta Musical hour, royal sun enthroned. Shadows have retreated into the mind, wind warm to my cheeks. I tune my ear to magpie robins. Sitting in the shade, I watch light through the tree’s crown dot the ground, pointillist. Wondering why I smell dung I hear a cow low, but I see nothing. Dust gathers […]
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Daybreak by Richard Dinges, Jr.
Daybreak Without a cue, sun still a hope, dark pools around sheets with no color. I open my eyes, hear wind creak through walls’ old bones. With my first breath, I birth myself from dreams into one more stab at acting my role. Lights come on and I step out into another life. Richard Dinges, […]
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Two Poems by Zebulon Huset
Sunflower Yellow is what they called it, as if yellow was no longer descriptive enough. Mom and I were thickly spreading it over the once-living room, soon-to-be-play room, right-now-nothing. I wanted to be outside playing, not painting a playroom I was too old to enjoy. Alex should get out of his crib and help, I […]
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[Bryant Culpepper] by Anney Bolgiano
![[Bryant Culpepper] by Anney Bolgiano](https://thinairmagazine.files.wordpress.com/2020/09/pexels-photo-164829.jpeg?w=1024)
[Bryant Culpepper] Friends, I am I was I caused I offer I ask […]
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Three Poems by Rachael Inciarte
things you might not know about desert animals water is not essential and these creatures have learned to live without haven’t you wondered why the kookaburra laughs? because it is better than you a chuckwalla can sneeze salt crystals when is the last time you made anything sparkle? and a wallaby births its joey no […]
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Selections from Aztec Lookout Blues by John Yohe
Aztec Lookout Blues 9th chorus the fears of a fire lookout besides lightning: —that the one day a single attractive woman who likes introverted mountain men comes up to see the tower will be your day off —taking a nap and hearing another lookout on the radio calling in a smoke on your mountain —having […]
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