Poetry
This is Thin Air Online’s Archive of pieces that are classified as poetry, both long form and short.
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Two Poems by M. Nasorri Pavone
417 Sunset Avenue Your modest clapboards and white trim, a two-seat porch from which to love your delicate lemon tree – for you I dreamed to be at my pinnacle and now you’re unable to overlook my lapse. I missed your dismantling but not the shock of the flat dirt lot I came upon in…
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“Tactics” by Sanjeev Sethi
Tactics As the years gargle their way along the throat of eternity I negate the validity of your play on my hippodrome. It is the handiwork of naiveté to charm us with calming plots. We shroud our verities in our bones to believe they belong elsewhere or not at all. Sanjeev Sethi is published in…
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Two Poems by Rob Colgate
Reek After Merwin We are saying goodbye to the boys we will never see again. We are running into walls with our mouths full of a shame that reeks of disorganization. We are losing our touch: the driving over to visit, the visiting, how it droops, pales, colors leaking out in a slurry from bodies…
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“PGH / Capitalism / Aimless 10.29.19” by James Croal Jackson
Don’t Die refractions on a shadow still the boom mic lingers overhead / birthday candle lit in the dough of Hofbrauhaus pretzel white / purse of gold in a Fogo de Chau group / illusions you with wealth / blue yellow balloons framing the window at Pitt dandelions beneath the barbed wire public / I’ll…
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Two Poems by Daniel Ruefman
Don’t Die Encased, like bugs in amber, the lilac buds are suspended in glass cocoons; hoarfrost spikes the sign posts as the plows dump three feet of packed powder where our driveway meets the road; spring snow is heart attack season, or so my wife says, handing me my gloves; it’s what got Gary last…
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Four Poems by Lily Kosmicki
The Eternal Birthday she is turning 7, indefinitely reoccurring dusty pink paint coats the walls the pastels of southwestern wallpaper imitate a desert seemingly innocuous suburbs outdated, distinctly 80s little girls are everywhere sprinting and squealing wearing plastic tiaras exuding safety their own, not yours something bad happened to their mothers where are their mothers…
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Three Poems by Dante Novario
Magic Mirror It’s not my fault your room is unlovableBut you still blame me, bloodshot disdainAnd glass-bottled breath, staring at me Every night as if I were a metal cursed, a glossyEnchantment, as if I chose to make my realityYour filthy reflection; a spiteful silver itselfManifesting moldy corners and chipping paint stains. I can’t help…
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“This Is What I’m Dealing With (or, The Drawbacks of Being Reasonable)” by Colette Parris
This Is What I’m Dealing With (or, The Drawbacks of Being Reasonable) The fact that the state of everything isn’t keeping you up at night is keeping me up at night and there are not enough verys in the multiverse to convey how very much I wish that I was still ignorant with respect to…
