Lights Out
by Christian Wethered — When you close your eyes after lights out /
see how long it takes – // when the dormitory door swings shut ...
The Friday Poem archive
Bookcase
by Derek Coggrave — Gravity strengthens where poetry collects on shelves: / the plastic track holding the glass doors has sagged / leaving the doors ...
Beige
by Mark Fiddes — Some cities are beige in unexpected ways. / Hotel showers spit grit and lizards. / In tailored ecru and fawn, the policemen / vogue under flyovers ...
A Portrait of my Father in the Public Bar of the Royal Arms
by David Lukens — Thin but not gaunt – that came later when the cancer did its stuff. / Just now he's on top of his game. The face ...
Dad’s 75th birthday party after the heart attack
by Rachel Burns — and my brother in the kitchen / arguing with dad over who’s making the brew / and how to work the hob to reheat stew ...
Derek’s Thoughts on Bodies in Motion
by Jonathan Humble — Sir Isaac Newton delivered an apple pie the other day. / Wanted to give it to my dog Derek / as a token of thanks ...
Vlad Dracul Is Pissed Off That You People Killed His Wife
by Matthew Bullen — I’m sitting in a rough deck chair / in a tiny gravel park on the edge / of what the city calls its town square / for the arts ...
My Dog Brings me Back to Death
by Victoria Gatehouse — When he doesn’t respond to my call / I leave the path, push bracken aside / to find him rolling on badger pelt ...
Designated Driver
by A. A. Gunther — Let them depend on me for once, I think. / I’ll buy their drinks. Get them the round for free, / Let them depend on me ...
Clothesline in Summer
by Michael P. Aleman — In Chicago during the 1950’s / my mother’s clothesline was a study in white / (or grayish white, to be accurate) ...
After the miracle
by Richard Meier — How Lazarus reacted / St. John does not record. / I wonder if, like me — / after I saw that woman / who took away the pain ...
One night
by Ian Seed — I was woken by a tapping on the window. / When I opened the curtain, I saw a small girl / with her palms on the glass ...