Featured Poems

Waiting Room

by on April 28, 2017 :: 0 comments

These are the days we dread, the days of unknowing. Life is fragile as an egg. You never know when a crack will appear and the yolk will spill away. Your test came back—wrong. We wait, more tests are done, more waiting. The longer we wait the more scenarios we concoct, dreaming about dark tumors flooding organs, masses teeming with life waiting to erupt. We google, we ask, we read, still we wait. Your smile has left as you turn your light inside searching for answers, questioning what you ate, drank, or smoked in the past. “I am healthy, or so I thought,” the sadness in your voice apparent. You feel betrayed. You run, you do yoga, eat sensibly, watch your weight and drink in moderation, but now this organ inside mocks you. You can’t see or feel it. You only have heard of it and its rebellion. The phone doesn’t ring today.
We wait.

editors note:

May our scenarios run unfounded. Please, let it be “negative.” (We welcome Lisa to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of her madness on her new page – check it out.) – mh clay

this was the first time I’d seen gangrene

by on April 27, 2017 :: 0 comments

this was the first time I’d seen gangrene

afterward I had a portrait drawn of me
I paid nothing for it
tho he only needed
15 dollars to grab a bed to sleep for the night
it was 100 degrees and the air

this was the first time I’d seen gangrene

it grew from his leg like fungus
hard as sponge
soft and death-like against the pants he struggled
to pull up
the color was dull
and muffled

I forced the thin white paper into my bag
knowing it would crease and tear
knowing it
would come to nothing in some trash bin

this was the first time I’d seen gangrene

editors note:

Disturbed; would draw the disease, while the disease draws you. – mh clay

Handshakes Are a Gateway Salutation

by on April 26, 2017 :: 0 comments

to be avoided at
all costs

a ruse of the Russian
or the Chinese –
let’s say the Chinese
for effect…

just like Oppenheimer
before the bomb.

Getting you to smile
when your face should
know better.

editors note:

Every salesman’s ploy, to be every buyer’s boy. – mh clay

Swelling of Lies in His Throat

by on April 25, 2017 :: 0 comments

I have become accustomed
to the biting
of my unfaithful dog.
Every time
his uneasy canines
get locked
into the bloodless flesh
of my thigh,
I shout in pain
until my neck
gets as thin
as truth.

When my flesh is torn apart
and the dog is free,
he develops a huge swelling
of lies
in his throat.

editors note:

No truth? No training! – mh clay

If I had a daughter

by on April 24, 2017 :: 0 comments

If I had a daughter
I’d have tears in my eyes

If I had a daughter
I’d erase the word ‘love’
And emphasize on slaughter
If I had a daughter
I’d treat her like a son
I’d maybe tear her apart
Hoping she isn’t left
With much of a heart
If I had a daughter
I’d train her brain
To earn money
And forget all about
Paradise, love and honey
To talk to praise
And talk to be praised
If I had a daughter
I’d make her wear
Long shorts and
Summer full sleeved tops
If I had a daughter
I’d treat her like a son
And tell her
To walk like a lady
To swallow her sorrows
And to be rough and tough
To hold her chin up
And take in the tears
Before they dare
To slip and fall
If I had a daughter
I’d tell her that
Red is for love not
But for blood
That flows and blots

If I had a daughter
I’d have tears in my eyes.

– Aekta Khubchandani

editors note:

Shouldn’t be; but so, it is. – mh clay

Green Tea Bedroom

by on April 23, 2017 :: 0 comments

Lost in the moment
the sight of C’s saucer shaped eyes
void dark
anything but desolation
millions of galaxies
splendid illumination
entwined nudes like a cosmic serpent
staring at cherry blossoms
on a blue canvas background

– Mike Zone

editors note:

Firecracker space love blossoms in the blue. – mh clay


by on April 22, 2017 :: 0 comments

That’s just how it is
On any given day here

The bad backs for benefits
The psychotic breaks

Nobody cares
If you have just moved in
If someone has
Put a brick through your window
Or if you work on the bins


That’s all that matters here

Pornos for girlfriends
Emergency loans for the fear

That someone is coming
At any time of the day

That rat-a-tat-tat
At the back of the brain

Like those pink pills
Those any pills
Sleeping tablets at noon
Always chewed never swallowed
Like the street by blue lights

On any night
Like last night
Coming down off bad speed

The fire engines, police cars
An ambulance for the stabbed

No, I said, officer, I didn’t live there
No, I said, officer, I didn’t know a thing

I’m sorry, I shrugged

That’s just how it is

editors note:

No quiet days in this neighborhood. (We’re doubling down with JH today; read another, tightly wound, on his page here.) – mh clay