poems by Mitchell Grabois
Inferno I thought I’d read the Inferno aloud to my wife while we were house-sitting in a drafty old farmhouse in Umbria but after a while Hell got boring It didn’t take very long
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Inferno I thought I’d read the Inferno aloud to my wife while we were house-sitting in a drafty old farmhouse in Umbria but after a while Hell got boring It didn’t take very long
personal mud pies mulch of my earthen history
The Television The television talks to nobody. (Nobody is home, and nobody is listening.) Why does it press on, forecasting scattered showers when nobody will be around to see it,
by Oliviu Crâznic In my mouth – a taste of iron, In my eye – ERASE/REPEAT; Best served cold, this baneful silence – Falsehood favoring deceit.
The Ditch Here a journey ended Water runs through the bones Attempting the ultimate cleansing Of a lost soul.
by Ana Bazac Yes, when we are tempted to chitchatting about how clumsy are some people who cry “we can no longer stand all of that”, we should think of our “humanism” cherishing the Man. But if we chatter “in a humanistic mood”, it means that we are comfortable doing this and, in our blindness framed […]
All If I loved Jesus any more than I loved God wouldn’t that be like adultery –idolatry I mean, at Sunday School Miss Hooker’s my teacher and she swears God
by Corneliu Negru versiunea română Don’t close your eyes, always keep the light on. “But I’m trying to do just that.” “Maybe you are not trying hard enough.”
by Petre Țiplea edited by Diandra Sovailescu There was always a problem with I. With Me – equally, but most of the time with I. I had issues with me. Big ones. The kind that always gave me trouble. I’ll admit that myself – well, I – was a difficult type of person. I remember […]
by Macgregor Douglas The fear is real. I know I’m in a world of trouble and I must escape. I hear them, standing a few beds down, as if they think that I can’t tell they’re talking about me. This might be some sort of otherworldly, extraterrestrial hospital and I might well be a patient, […]