Poetry
This is Thin Air Online’s Archive of pieces that are classified as poetry, both long form and short.
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“Is It Is” by Marty Krasney
“Seems so precious at the time, and the fact of the matter is it is.”
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“First Step” by Bill Glose
“Everything eventually becomes dust.”
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“Winter Song” by Eric Larsh
“How is it anyway that there is a resilience in the performance?”
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“Crow flies through smoke and coughs” by Peter Grandbois
“So hard he makes a mountain Of silence and crawls inside”
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Three poems by Karen Kilcup
“Even with their frayed edges, holes, slashes, they embrace everything.”
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“As If…” by Jim Tilley
“There’s a shared purpose, a common understanding of the rules of engagement, as if all have attended the same class on etiquette, believed what they learned, taken it to heart.”
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“EDGEWOOD ORCHARD GALLERIES” by John Walser
“As I hurried past the wasps and bees, down the stairs, out the screen door that slapped shut with a twang of its tight spring, I hoped that my paintings would still be there when I could afford them.”
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“If You Were to Ask Me Love” by Demetrius Buckley
“You never told me about the blueberry milkshake or if it rained, thundered, or heavily hailed waiting behind a McDonalds.”
