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 Ted McCarthy
BLUE Worse than beauty dying is our letting go of it, sadly, wearily, resigned to its not being enough but tortured by someone else’s enjoying it as if in begrudgery we fashioned for ourselves a world without music or wished for rain to cover the mountains. In age, the sting of hail is a welcome,…
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Three poems by Johanna Evenson
Debris There is a story bobbing along the blue painted boards hitting the rocks time and time again like a man full of regret, banging his head against the wall. Circling the scattered evidence in their motorboats, they keep asking what happened? But a thousand nails have already started to rust at the bottom of…
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to Washington DC by Ruth Ticktin
More than forty years here, each time passing these places, I recall: Farragut Park, I’m performing street theatre here for National Secretaries Day, a feminist play highlighting bias, equal rights and equal pay. My father saw the end of my scene, years later we saw Occupy camped out here. Sheridan Circle, around embassies we hold…
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I think the end of the world is tomorrow by Lee Patterson
I think the end of the world is tomorrow this morning was all granola & coffee grounds, my veins choking on themselves as cinder blocks fall off the building across the street. they say a cigarette takes 7 minutes off your life. calling for an ambulance is a good 2 weeks pay. I’m scared for…
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Two Poems by Genevieve Creedon
Mason Jars They’re hip these days, retro in an age of plastic, pre-packaged crap that leaks and unravels, leaving soppy messes on the well-swept floor. My niece used them as beer and wine glasses at her farm to-table wedding, lids carefully collected and stowed away— They are votive holders and vases, emanating light across dining…
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Three poems by Matt Schroeder
A Stranger, a Stray, a Wanderer The bus stops & police line up…
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Two poems by Andrew Lafleche
seven or eight, dad counted pink baby possums eyes moist closed had to inspect when mother was out theirs and ours reconnaissance before I learned the word hung the hose over the lip of the garbage can turned it on “it’s the circle of life” filling the container “turn off the water,” he said “I’ll…
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A Collection of Poems by JW Burns
JW Burns shares ‘Fishing’, ‘Home’, and ‘Invitation’.
