Keeley – Nelson Mongiovi
She went a little too deep this time Lightening quick — it was over Now her nervous hands pull the cuffs of an oversized sweater as she … Continue reading
Simple Raindrops – Shards Of DuBois
watchin’ raindrops race down the window glass one seems to skid his way to the bottom another takes detours scooting and stalling an express slipping along in a … Continue reading
“Masquerade” – Christine Chambers
Sometimes what something represents is not what it is… there is emptiness in the world people have forgotten why we are here…. we lay waste to our lives in the … Continue reading
Exit – Susie Sweetland Garay
A coworker (I would call her friend) calls me over to help. A bird has become trapped in our unfinished, … Continue reading
Mid-Life Crisis – Nelson Mongiovi
Half a century old, I feel like a starfish stranded on the shore reaching for water in five different directions. A new shade of night has descended … Continue reading
The Tale of Ænia and Ionatan – Jonathan Noble
In the courtyard of summer Ænia he found, so light, too bright, And the mortal Ionatan could not love her there; she so fair. In the … Continue reading
Call for Submissions
I would like the Poetry Jar to branch out into other media, like more Photography. It would be extremely nice to see almost finished or finished pieces of original art … Continue reading
Wolf – Bruce Ruston
I awoke as a tinder wolf growling a cut shawl man dreaming of scarf’s that left the world drifting on infinite dependency I know I have to wash … Continue reading
Going out the door – Ina Schroders-Zeeders
The worried oak shakes his head over me; I can’t wait for him to have leaves again, I need to see how my geese are doing, hope to … Continue reading
separate – Mark Redford
—–~“O”~—– the wind blursts through the pylon some of it swirls around the footings some funnels upwards but the structure doesn’t shake and the wind … Continue reading
Poetry class – Meenakshi Chawla
It’s the end of day, smell it, she commands. Feel it. Acutely. Minutely. End of day is a smell. Smell it. Twilight breathing into the first drifting ripples … Continue reading
Enough! – Shriram Sivaramakrishnan
How many how many bones does this Earth hold under her skin? How long how long have they remained docile, immersed in her tempered blood? How strong … Continue reading
It’s Not Easy Being Transcendental in the Suburbs – Joseph Harwick
“Give yourself to the Lord,” read the sign outside the mega-prayer center. The converted sports arena sat next to a busy highway. In America, everything is a business. … Continue reading
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