Poetry
This is Thin Air Online’s Archive of pieces that are classified as poetry, both long form and short.
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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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About the Abeyance of Insects; Or Why Judge Judy Keeps Flyswatters on the Bench by Jen Karetnick
About the Abeyance of Insects; Or Why Judge Judy Keeps Flyswatters on the Bench Blame horses. Blame horsetails. Blame horseshit. Blame the spoils of meat and aging produce. Blame landfills. Blame anthrax, cholera, dysentery. Tuberculosis and typhoid. The eggs of parasitic worms, draining the system. Blame the system, the ecosystem, the paleo diet of frogs…
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Christmas Vomited on Shanghai by Johnathan Cooper
Christmas Vomited on Shanghai Up from the subway into the mall’s tall granite sweep—gold balls dangled above the escalator, sparkly green bunting looped the banisters. Through the dirge of English carols, I found my way outside, fell in with a crowd just disgorged from a city bus—puffy pink neon jackets, hacking coughs. We fast-walked past…
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Three Poems by Casey Epstein-Gross
The Most Efficient Way to Eat an Orange is to bite right into it, to scarf down the meat and the fleshall in one big gulp and swallow it down whole.cherish the rind and let it scrape against your stomach,sandpaper on skin. a spoonful of sugarmakes the medicine go down, but why not eat the…
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Three Poems by Matt Schroeder
If this Love is Easy, Leave without telling me & throw out my socks when they grow holes. We’ll move back to the town you grew up in — nearly wiped off the map during the siege yet somehow forgotten in all the war stories — where…
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In Zadar by easton foxe
In Zadar But it’s not that easy/to knife through my memory/and get rid of you/like burning a photo of us/hugging on Stari Most Bridge/in Mostar/I still hear the mosque bells/still, I smell you/AdriaticLavender/in Zadar In a blue pension by the sea/we laid on our backs/or on each other/From Stari Most Bridge/laughing divers collected coins then…
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Three Poems by Darren C. Demaree
Emily as I Consider the Explanation I have been accused by Emily of selling her as a freshwater woman while she has forever considered herself an ocean of sorts. I suppose I just needed to explain away why I lap her tide. Too much salt can kill you. I don’t want to be judged for…
