Category Archives: Poetry


Richard Cory
Bullet in the head
Never lived long enough
To feel good about being dead

Damn you, Edward Arlington Robinson
And your sour explication
Damn your meter and rhyme
And your twisting knife

O sweet jocularity
that languishes in the hearts of poets
Buried deep beneath
starched collars and smooth shirts
So irony



the meth heads who care for mother
took over when the Chicanos were deported

i never doubted their good intentions
or the smile(s on their faces)
when they learned
their key unlocked everything…

you dont need’ to be straight
to help someone use the
toilet it might even help
to be other wise

in the end its a
shoulder to lean on

unless they forget to show
up for work


The Covenant

And tomorrow they will take from you that first piece of flesh
But you wouldn’t know that
Because you don’t know anything

It could be preserved in tin foil and placed in the freezer
But no one would do that
Because no one does that sort of thing

Someday you could unwrap it with trembling fingers
But it would be blue and wrinkled
Because it is a piece of you