Poem A Day/ April 30th, 2012 – David Tomaloff
Posted: April 30, 2012 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: April 2012, Casual Day For Lovers #5, NaPoWrMo, Poetry, Thunderclap Press, [d]avid [t]omaloff 2 Comments »
CASUAL DAY FOR LOVERS #5/ DAVID TOMALOFF
there is a card
trick I have seen
where the mark
believes he can levitate
, &the radio
whispers only
what it wishes us to hear
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Poem A Day/ April 29th, 2012 – Craig Scott
Posted: April 29, 2012 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: April 2012, Cold, Craig Scott, NaPoWrMo, Poem A Day, Thunderclap Press 1 Comment »
COLD/ CRAIG SCOTT
walking
in
winter
rain
is not as
cold as
your
shoulder
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Poem A Day/ April 28th, 2012 – Craig Scott
Posted: April 29, 2012 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: April 2012, Craig Scott, NaPoWrMo, Poem A Day, Poetry, Thunderclap Press, Work Day 1 Comment »
WORK DAY/ CRAIG SCOTT
1.
Talking to you,
you laughing.
2.
The dogs
eating
carrots.
3.
No gas,
every red light,
voicemails.
4.
Explaining forever
in 140 characters.
5.
Freddie Mercury videos
on YouTube.
6.
Pretending
to care.
7.
Imagine
being elsewhere.
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Poem A Day/ April 27th, 2012 – BL Pawelek
Posted: April 28, 2012 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: bl pawelek, National Poetry Month, Poem A Day, Poetry, Seven Smiles, Thunderclap Press Leave a comment »
SEVEN SMILES/ BL PAWELEK
there are seven smiles that love me
born within stars and rocketships
but made flat and colored
with the highest sun
they keep my place my balance
see my underlined secrets but don’t tell
never tell never judge
i tie a white cloth through them
drag them to far off places of water and sand
and to the fires that no longer hurt us but help
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Poem A Day/ April 26th, 2012 – BL Pawelek
Posted: April 28, 2012 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: April 2012, bl pawelek, Jump the Midnight, Poem A Day, Poetry, Thunderclap Press 1 Comment »
JUMP THE MIDNIGHT/ BL PAWELEK
guardian angel
passing the man
past midnight and fascinate
we jump the path and way
jump the midnight
of bright and passive
my water drop
gravity to hospital bed
and the only time i said
i love you
grab the light string
past the million colors
and the winds of wings
sing through the clouds
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Poem a Day/ April 25th, 2012 – Diana Salier
Posted: April 27, 2012 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: April 2012, Diana Salier, Poem A Day, Poetry, Thunderclap Press, When We're Old in a Cave and Lighting Fires 3 Comments »
WHEN WE’RE OLD IN A CAVE AND LIGHTING FIRES/
DIANA SALIER
you walked in the door i sharpened all my pencils.
i wrote this grocery list with you in mind —
peanut butter eggs bacon mustard brown rice.
i’ve been training to be your lover since the first grade.
i make the best trades. you will never go hungry. i can turn lunchables ham into pudding cups for weeks.
i would throw a dodgeball at anyone who stole your bicycle.
i changed our entries on ancestry.com so now we are fraternal twins separated at birth.
you can stay the night in my tree house after giving your verbal consent – a simple YES will suffice.
there are so many songs i wish i’d written
and when we’re old in a cave and lighting fires in our slippers,
i’ll write them for the first time and play you a series
of new old songs
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Poem A Day/ April 24th, 2012 – Misti Rainwater-Lites
Posted: April 27, 2012 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: April 2012, Daddy Make it Better, Misti Rainwater-Lites, Poem A Day, Thunderclap Press 2 Comments »
DADDY MAKE IT BETTER/ MISTI RAINWATER-LITES
He thinks I’m stupid. He thinks I smell bad. He gives me
a book on basic etiquette and a bottle of sex burst perfume.
His new wife is such a fetching bitch. She has excellent
improvisation skills and a killer ass. I’m sulking in the corner.
The world has treated me like a lesser fish but still I’m gasping
and gutted and frying in butter in some man’s skillet while
old black voices croon medicine on the new moon station.
Some man is going to eat me with hush puppies and tartar sauce.
Some man keeps killing me. I’m living thrash to thrash.
Each day is a deliberate ouch a manic seek a throaty plunge.
Mother is exasperated. When is her girl going to start making sense?
The sun. The pond. The rusted toys. This broiling expanse
so choked with weeds.
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Poem A Day/ April 23rd, 2012 – David S. Pointer
Posted: April 27, 2012 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: April 2012, David S. Pointer, Poem A Day, Poetry, Surgical Wrath, Thunderclap Press 1 Comment »
SURGICAL WRATH/ DAVID S. POINTER
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Poem A Day/ April 22, 2012 – Amanda Deo (Who Says the Editor Can’t Join In?)
Posted: April 23, 2012 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Amanda Deo, April 2012, NaPoWrMo, Poetry, Thunderclap Press, Where We Go to Get Lost 2 Comments »
WHERE WE GO TO GET LOST/ AMANDA DEO
We calm down
cathedrals it’s
time to grab
the brass rings I
miss waving goodbye.
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Poem A Day/ April 22nd, 2012 – Zach Fishel
Posted: April 23, 2012 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: April 2012, I Was a Mountain, NaPoWrMo, Poetry, Thunderclap Press, Zach Fishel Leave a comment »
I WAS A MOUNTAIN/ ZACH FISHEL
Still using the same water jug
Roaring down
Rusted springs
Cutting against
broomstick spades
There’s no kill
shelter on mountain road.
Removed one pull
apiece
This patience isn’t
only your own.
