By Nancy Lou Henderson A long line of people stretched ahead of Jess. The people in front of her seemed not to be moving, but she did not care because her mind was busy remembering her journey to get here. Had she done enough, and was she ready? Should she get out of the line … Continue reading Waiting in Line
Four Poems by Marianne Brems
Their Ritual Sparrows prance on slick rock where water bubbles down from a fountain. They primp and fluff and puff their dripping chests. They wet their heads and rub them clean with the undersides of wings. They peck and chase and squawk at each other, their energy focused like a spear as they jostle … Continue reading Four Poems by Marianne Brems
Standing in Line for a Very Long Time That No Longer Justifies the Task in the First Place Because the Sun is Burning You and Despite the Fact that You’re Wearing a Hat It Does Not Work And You Should Have Bought the $20.00 Sunscreen at the Entrance But You Were Saving That Money for a Fastpass That You Never Bought Because it Was, Like, $175.00 and It Did Not Even Cover the Ride You’re in Line For in the First Place And You Haven’t Seen Your Group in Over Three Hours Since You Ate Some Coconut Cake En Route to Another Ride That Same Day
By Thomas Page I am student teaching a senior level class in Washington, DC. They have to write some poems on these prompts. I decided to try all 30 of them. However, I will not say what the prompt was but what it number was. Prompt #22 The click of the chain Counts purgatory For … Continue reading Standing in Line for a Very Long Time That No Longer Justifies the Task in the First Place Because the Sun is Burning You and Despite the Fact that You’re Wearing a Hat It Does Not Work And You Should Have Bought the $20.00 Sunscreen at the Entrance But You Were Saving That Money for a Fastpass That You Never Bought Because it Was, Like, $175.00 and It Did Not Even Cover the Ride You’re in Line For in the First Place And You Haven’t Seen Your Group in Over Three Hours Since You Ate Some Coconut Cake En Route to Another Ride That Same Day
Tender, This Needing Thing
By James Diaz talk little ant of your abandon was it winter in your shell upturning Saturn's orbit palm to heel woozy following me home band aid kisses honey this was me at my best shaking, through the sheets fresh off the line tunnels in my flesh i wasn't praying right oh body where … Continue reading Tender, This Needing Thing
