Member since July 1, 2009 | 3,077 Readings |

Thomas Gibney

is the poet laureate of abandoned boxcars.

Recent Work

Brooklyn by way of Piedmont

(1)

645 views

I’ve been to Asheville. Maudeville. Dollywood. / The vaudevillian neon ache, the cannibal notions of a circus / population fucked up on…

Poemnation

(0)

834 views

It’s like we’ve said before: earth won’t fluff / its cushions for us, why should heaven? / Idiocy makes for good talk, but / / banter alone…

“I’m alone in the…”

(2)

741 views

I’m alone in the tourniquet of shade in / the garden watching apples assail space / with the way they punctuate it. / / They’re so good at…

Currywood. Running. Noon. Bright.

(2)

857 views

Around the apricots. Damascos. That’s Spanish for. / The breeze. Hissing in my. Where did my breath. / I need it back. I’m running. The water....

Subscribed by Thomas Gibney

7.11

Sarah Louise Garrido

(2)

9 views

What in me / needs you / to see it? / / The means to an end, / I mean, same old wiles / to increase proximity. / / So many animals, insects /…

6.17

Sarah Louise Garrido

(1)

16 views

White noise of wind / sliding over wildflower-tops. / Knowing a thing by its effects. / Silent trails – an absence / of the coastal grass, or the…

5.20

Sarah Louise Garrido

(1)

16 views

What must you know / to live and die in the joy of this comfort? // the sun robs skin of softness, / rotting imperceptibly / if we’re lucky // if…

POEM MADE OF LIES ABOUT MY LIFE

Meg Hurtado

(0)

218 views

I have never seen a ghost // I have just one husband, dead and alive / My childhood home was never struck by lightning / I wear red lipstick…

Comments (0)

Would you like to leave a comment on this profile? Join Ink Node for a free account, or sign in if you are already a member.

© Ink Node, 2018 | Contact | About