Poetry

This is Thin Air Online’s Archive of pieces that are classified as poetry, both long form and short.

  • Two Poems by Genevieve DeGuzman

    Boats She stands at the edge of the dock thinking to set off for anywhere               even the redeye of the storm. But the boat drifts dragging a net of obligations, heavy barnacle gowns              clanking a train behind her. Because the question is always…

  • Guns Are People, Too, by C.J. Miles

    People have been dying since people were people. I’m buying a lottery ticket so I can afford to take every assault rifle off the market, drop them into the middle of the Atlantic. Imagine an octopus at a shooting range: goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn. Goddamn. Everyone who dies while someone is writing…

  • Star Scatters by Laura Pastorino

    I saw someone nail the moon into the pavement in Northwood last night. They ripped the plywood off and splattered constellations no one had ever heard of. Watched as the stars and the carpenters went shifting, writhing, dancing on top of black waves. They cluster into the nails, spiraling away, winking as they sink into…

  • A Poem for What Could Fit in my Pocket by Grace Day-Strosnider

    How do I live with your ghost? Dishes in the sink, voices in the walls. This house is not big enough for three. In my defense, his hands. In my defense, his lips. In my defense, his perjury. In my defense, I wish to die so I may come back to you.

  • 3 Poems by Ashley Kunsa

    Standing in the Garden of Myself Where My Lover Misplaced a Rusting Trowel sweet nectar of firebush plumbing the fraudulent ____________________________________this argument from broken deities __________________does it matter?   ________________________as light unspools across the thorax of _________________________________________inevitability___________________wading _____course you don’t know me _________________________________________________in this winter-colored dress, my wine-streaked cheeks, their hasty bloom _____________________a zebra longwing…

  • RW, #67: Three Years Later, by Orion Redgrave

    RW, #67: Three Years Later, by Orion Redgrave

    “there is no shape he wants to occupy more than his own, the shape he once held…”

  • 3 Poems by John Findura

    3 Poems by John Findura

    YOU HAVE ALREADY BEEN BURIED AND I DID NOT KNOW YOU WERE DEAD I don’t remember if we had been playing cards but once we sat at your parents’ kitchen table and sometime during that night you told me about your sister in the Florida hospital none of us knew you had a sister We…

  • Voyager 1 Meets God; by Jessica Kanzler

    Voyager 1 Meets God; by Jessica Kanzler

    After home I have seen light. And I have drifted unmoving through an emptiness That never saw me, small beneath spheres colossal casting shadows infinitesimal in the lit wake of titans. I am here to watch and to understand, and here is never the same. I am out, alone, the first to find what has…