Poetry
This is Thin Air Online’s Archive of pieces that are classified as poetry, both long form and short.
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Prancing by Hiram Larew
Grackle me those slick-spots. Trash take the squawking and like me so black colors flecked or muddy eyes-feet Take over. Sidewalk my branches more and peck whatever’s nothing — …
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Two poems by Carla Schwartz
Lenses into Time 1. 1934, Germany You, in your linen dress, must be three, your brother, in his lederhosen, two. Your arm rests around him like he’s your best pal, and he is, or will be. His face is yours, only magnified — his head, watermelon, to your cantaloupe. You hug him…
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Three poems by JW Burns
Fishing Laughter ruins the water, it really does. Recognize love and you’ll sit all day scheming, hands almost unemployed, the conspiracy rocks make with the sky too much eternity for a floating riverbank. Hooks roast while we waste our lives, blind searches balancing guesswork with neural voodoo; windy ferrule keeping the cold blood moving, flowing…
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Two poems by Jacob Robert Bennett
New Year’s in Staunton A streetlight flickering, first cigars. A walk to an overpriced bistro, dried vomit on a parked car. Oh, lover. If there were ever a watermark on these pages, let it be your breath on my neck, the bounce of your thong, descending the basement steps. Birthday Suppose you answer the door…
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Socotra by Brandon Marlon
Dragon’s blood tree boughs stretch upwards from a grove in the limestone plain, well within view of red granite peaks whitened by lichen and towering above snails, beetles, lizards, and freshwater crabs, endemic denizens of an archipelago isolated in space and time. While monsoon winds reshape dunes, islanders trudge past the fuchsia desert rose whose…
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Driving to Colorado by Elias Sorich
Driving to Colorado Clouds draped down a bare field, trails of mist sloping, stingers of a jellyfish.
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Three Poems by Richard Dinges, Jr.
Sun Returns After gray cloudySkies drape too manydays, stark nude treesstrike harsh cracks intosnow that glistenshills under sun’sreturn. We had faithit would. Still itblinds, a surprise,and a disappointment,when cold remainsfogged by our ownbreathy clouds. Walk in the Field Gnarled shatteredtrees tangle brownunshorn prairiegrass. Wrapped arounda dark rustedmilk can riddledwith bullet holes,brush lines earth’scurve, horizondrawn in…
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Five Poems by Sandeep Kumar Mishra
In upper part of my body A cognitive bell rings From a dial-up connection of live wires; The modem is working JUST
