Poetry
This is Thin Air Online’s Archive of pieces that are classified as poetry, both long form and short.
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“Do Not Eat My Grassy Flesh” by J Alam
Do Not Eat My Grassy Flesh Buttonhole scissors in handssnipping on the tip of the leavesLike a barber with a thinning shearbehind a man on a revolving chair.Pruning the sepals in the flower base.Chopping off little stems. Thinlygrown trunk ready to fall upon the grave.Groaning. An agonizing voice heard.Do not eat my grassy flesh. my…
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“aubade, winter” by Josh Corson
aubade, winter morning melts down the window.fog stalks the alley like a gang of strayshunting ghosts. the dog groans, monday, again.will i remember the great gatsby is overrated?my buddy made a loaf last week. he loves me.see how well each slice accepts the jelly. Josh Corson is a literary artist from Tampa, FL. He holds…
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“Love poem #1” by Sean Cho A.
Love Poem #1 once there were three. then it was tuesday. birdsin the branches. branches on the tress. we? wein the river. or yesterday over the phone youwanted to talk about the future. then for a whilewe thought we were horses desperately wantingour bodies to be useful. you or i or i and you give…
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“November minus nine days” By David P. Miller
So I’m outside like dad-of-autumn, rake-scraper between gate and curbside, as if I were a man with leaf-covered grandchildren.
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“AWAKE WITH METZTLI” By Roberto Efren Osorio
How do you articulate the pressure between two boy’s bodies who detest each other for nightmares they share?
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“Childhood Sueños” By Lola Rosario
all we ever wanted was another kind of vida, the one with a sun-kissed KA rib BE yan countryside
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“slingshot sutra” by Edward salem
I don’t want to be in a knife fight with a battleship, or launch stones at Stealth Bombers from a slingshot,
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“the grieving” by Jaylin Jones
We all ready to end this world tonight, grasp at whatever good is left to take with us into the next.
