Oh, I want to be within this poem. Irish landscapes…romantic gestures…The visuals of the actions make you yearn to be sated, just as the protagonist is “thirsty, as if I licked the salty undersides of little boats anchored in the bay.”

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Oh, I want to be within this poem. Irish landscapes…romantic gestures…The visuals of the actions make you yearn to be sated, just as the protagonist is “thirsty, as if I licked the salty undersides of little boats anchored in the bay.”
I would love to get into the mind of Allison Thorpe. Humor is not easy for a lot of writers, but Thorpe’s words flow onto the page just like melted butter.
“Where Is Our Black Avant-Garde?” by Zinzi Clemmons in Literary Hub Clemmons’ piece is an intriguing explanation of the types of literature that are personally
by Emily Ramser “I’m assembling a box of toys—“ by Mary Lou Buschi in Thrush This poem is reminiscent of a child’s nursery rhyme in
“You Might Have Been My Brother…” by Tang Danhong in The Common Filled with visceral imagery, this poem could be a mural—painted with feathers, yet
1. “Power Play” by Jennifer Jean in Waxwing The last two lines seal the piece for me, hitting me in the gut. The Biblical references