Touring the Doll Hospital Touring the Doll Hostpial By Amy Gerstler Why so many senseless injuries? This one’s glass teeth knocked out. Eyes missing, or stuck open or closed. Limbs torn away. Sawdust dribbles onto the floor like an hourglass running out. Fingerless hands, noses chipped or bitten off. Many are bald or burnt. Some,… Continue reading Strange Sundays: Poems that surprise. “Touring the Doll Hospital”
Strange Sundays Poetry: Lucifer’s Panties at Lowe’s Garden Center. “I told the serial killer he could feed his Venus flytrap Spam…”
Strange Sundays Poetry: Death Comes to Me Again, a Girl. Today’s poem is a short, beautifully unexpected poem about death. Sublime and sensory, it’ll haunt you. #readmorepoetry #poems #StrangeSundays #poetry #DorianneLaux
“Listen: there was a goat’s head hanging by ropes in a tree. All night it hung there and sang. And those who heard it Felt a hurt in their hearts and thought they were hearing The song of a night bird…” In an effort to share more modern poetry with the world, I am attempting… Continue reading Strange Sundays: “Listen: there was a goat’s head hanging by ropes in a tree”
Strange Sundays: Poems that surprise and delight. “Divination” by Michelle Salcido “You want someone close to you to watch you do something / out of character” #poetry #modernpoetry #poems
KNOWLEDGE Now that I know That passion warms little Of flesh in the mold, And treasure is brittle, I’ll lie here and learn How, over their ground, Trees make a long shadow And a light sound. By Louise Bogan ⓒ Louise Borgan 1922 This poem first appeared in Poetry Magazine in 1922, later republishes in… Continue reading Strange Sundays: Poems that surprise. “Knowledge”
Poems that surprise. Featured poet: Jeanne Morel “At the Lilac Lodge, The Televised Animal Pageant Begins at 3“ I wanted a cat but I got a meditating monkey. Iwanted a cat but got a meditatingmonkey instead. No cat, but a meditating monkey. If you know your party’s extension youmay be a believer. If you suffer… Continue reading Strange Sundays: At the Lilac Lodge, The Televised Animal Pageant Begins at 3
This is a short poem by another one of my all-time favorite poets, Charles Simic. I admire him for his concise, yet rich imagery. Head of a Doll Whose demon are you, Whose god? I asked Of the painted mouth Half buried in the sand. A brooding gull Made a brief assessment, And tiptoed away… Continue reading Strange Sundays: Head of a Doll
“I behead my beloved So I could always vanish Into his adoring face. His eyes hold green grasses, Under a layer of pale thin blossoms…” It’s been a long time since I’ve written a post here. While we are busy with the current Molotov Cocktail Flash Monster flash fiction contest and the 4th annual Shadow… Continue reading Strange Sundays: I Beheaded My Beloved
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Who made the cut? After a grueling selection process, 10 stories have made it out alive. This marks our fifth Halloween contest, and while the quality of submissions always bowls us over, carving these tremendous entries down to a Top 10 was brutal. This contest saw a higher than…
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