Member since February 25, 2010 | 6,871 Readings |
A.M. O’Malley is a poet & author who dabbles in visual art. She lives and works in Memphis, TN and is married to the poet Grant Gerald Miller.
I doomed a wasp, / closed her up / in between two / window panes. / She is trapped / but doesn’t know it. / No one noticed / my mother’s…
for C.D. Wright / I always let my polish chip. My teeth / are small in my mouth. I used to get sciatica. / Since 1979, not before, I have looked …
I Want to Be Your Best (Facebook) Friend
Ice is my favorite luxury. / Paper towels are my most frequent vice. / I used to be very good at lying.I am addicted to canceling…
Living it Up While You’re Going Down
What I really wanted was a jean jacket with silver studs. Stay gold. The Baptists left a bag of clothes on the the stoop. The jean jacket you held…
The Red Rambler
I remember the taste of metal on my lips, the crickets complaining about the noise, twin lights cresting a hill down the road. A red Rambler’s…
My Mother’s Second Husband
She told me that her husband had sat with Rosie all night after she’d had her pups. He dozed and Rosie overlaid one with her big tired body. The…
Blasphemy is Easy in Love
Her brothers passed me at the dinner table like salt. Her sisters took me out of each other’s arms with fingers spread to protect my neck. Aunt…
What To Expect When You’re Expecting…
I was a cluster of cells, a zygote, a would-be zeitgeist screwed into her / / guts. She had a tender mouth, an eye for Maiden's Blush. A…
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Dena Rash Guzman
I’m mean and lean, // sullen cream cheese / cake on the counter. I baked. . I’m hot. I’m sweet. / I’m the wrong thing to do. That doesn’t stop you....
To Be Healed
Dena Rash Guzman
sometimes, under the rain is light / no common cloud can defeat / // we drink beer with the old boys / while deer shift gears / // in the…
A poof inside my chest / I press on my left nipple like / A button / It is five in the morning / I want nothing more than blankets / To be…
Nathan Wade Carter
A head full of sand turning glass / with every douse of doubt. / I will soon be shiny and see through. / Soon I will start fires with my eyes. /…
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