Poetry
This is Thin Air Online’s Archive of pieces that are classified as poetry, both long form and short.
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i sprint through the dark, evading by Peter Patapis
i/ i sprint through dusk, evading the neon pink pistol
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Greyhound by James Croal Jackson
Greyhound is what we call grapefruit juice club soda and vodka. Also the name of a wolf and inefficient bus. There is where you told
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Engineering/Coast by Leath Tonino
Engineering I have a friend who likes bridges, in them sees the genius of design. Me, I prefer waves and the crossing paths of birds
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Three Poems by Savannah Slone
Field Notes on Becoming Yourself pluck fallopian foxgloves from your diseased roots egg trek cardiac harvest wear insects as rings, arthropod legs caging each digit around your neck, trilobites rusty toenails scratch off achilles blisters stack blocks with your beet stained gums pick suckers from your armpits swallow them whole: deer ticks, your aphrodisiac palpitate your inner…
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Three Poems by Jenny Liu
white picket fences alternatively unstrangers 1. it was the way his wrinkled old hands trembled over the picture of his kids in his wallet. made me wonder how many battles he fought with the bill and the bottle. to go home to a car and a fence and to kiss his beautiful wife with tainted…
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An Excerpt from “Medium Warp,” by Mike Oliphant, our 2018 Gas Station Winner
Conditional Ascension in JavaScript if (condition1) { block of code to be executed if condition1 is true } else if (condition2) { block of code to be executed if the condition1 is false and condition2 is true } else { block of code to be executed if the condition1 is false and condition2 is false…
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Worry Bone, by Hans Hetrick
Worry Bone Always shaking my tree Always rattling my bones Stirs up the natives tending my temple grooming my home They get no peace They never feel at home Worry bone preaches doom on every street He’s a guest on every show Thinks God burnt trifles into stone Swears disaster lurks ravenous behind every promising…
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a moveable feast, by Celeste Jackson
When I hear women speak, I think shi’má sání dóó shi cheii.
