the sieve and the sand

Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.

my failing new years resolution

by David X. Hugo

the cool
like
ocean
apathy
or the cool
like
omnipotence
like
jazz
or
treble
raindrops
the cool
complete
sentence cool
comfortable cool
like
in the
pocket cool
but
at
my
fingertips
yet,
still.

She said

by saxsquatch

She speaks truth with every breath
and cuts through each discrepency
He fears he may be talked to death
but takes in stride each plead and plea

She whispers of their glory past
and says she’ll see them rise again
He whispers good things never last
he turns away to hide a grin

The fire’s burning lower now
the hearthstone cooling more and more
She stokes the last log, wondeirng how
She hadn’t noticed this before

the schuylkill, almost frozen over

by joshuagrace

Large, icy circles

Feign a sense of cleanliness

Down Dirty River.

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