Living flame —or— How it feels to be on fire I resemble you like one resembles one billion. We both move and breathe grow and eat fuck
Popping, Locking, Boogaloo, you do the Kris Kross movement in front of me, showing your talents in raps, protests the marginalized status you’re in.
The light blue sky turns dull and grey all of a sudden. Stillness around that disturbs. As it envelopes everything, there is a lull that haunts. The cawing of a crow on its way home breaks the silence for a while. It comes back again.
[The poet doesn’t expect the readers to read the sections of the poem as they are arranged. It is the readers’ privilege to choose anyway they like] (5) [Sine Die] The swans play here at Mexico Bay While the… Continue reading I Need an Eraser By J Alam
THE CALMING OF A FEAR I was dwarfed by the big chair I sat in, reading a book, as the sun slowly set, taking the words with it.
Monologue at the Thanksgiving Table Think about it this way Nobody wants to return home to a house cradling an inferno like a child With charred images around the dinner table mistaking the smoke for an aroma of something good
The Longest Struggle In life, wrapped in pink bubble-wrap and hardship. Wearing the marks of child-rearing from fairly young age.
TO ALL THE NAMELESS SAINTS Waiting table after table; Changing endless bedpans, diapers
Hero Abuelita had a framed photo of my uncle Reyes on top of the television where she watched her novelas with impassive eyes;
I Had Sex with “Harvey” I was young awkward, alone and he was my boss big, loud in the Macdonald’s parking lot he said show me your tits and I did, I wanted to keep my cashier’s job and I did. I was drinking in the bar after work and my drunk boss at the… Continue reading Poems by Mickey J. Corrigan