Posts Tagged ‘DallasIsLit’
Dan Collins
Dan Collins is an artist and poet grateful for the creative community of Dallas, Texas where he also works in the printing industry. His poetry has been published in Blue Mesa Review, Naugatuck River Review, The Boiler, Entropy, [Out of Nothing], Redivider, The New Guard volume VII, Thimble Lit Mag, White Rock Zine Machine, The…
Read MoreReverie Koniecki
Reverie Koniecki is an African American writer and educator living in Dallas, Texas. She is working towards her MFA in Poetry at New England College. Her poems and prose have appeared in Entropy, Thimble Magazine, and Off the Margins. Moses Christmas morningshe takes the promised children to FAO Schwarz and ushersthem through twin nutcrackers Walking…
Read MoreGayle Reaves-King
Gayle Reaves-King is a poet, editor, educator and Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist. A Texas native, she lives in Fort Worth. Her chapbook Spectral Analysis was published by the Dallas Poets Community. She was a founder and for several years an organizer of Pandora’s Box Poetry Showcase. She is a member of The Writer’s Garret in Dallas; besides the…
Read MoreKari Lynch, we used to sing, America.
i am watching a virus ascend on a country, live on television, like everything else “a one in three chance of catching it” the newscaster says, echoing the expert he has just interviewed, the agony of those suffering reported third hand Men who live in crystalline houses busy themselves making decisions for those in daub…
Read MoreGayle Reaves-King, A Vocabulary For The New Age
Begin with A for agony. True, other ages have had their pains – torture, slavery, Holocaust, hunger, war, but this we feel deep in our pockets. Behest – that’s like gifting. At the behest of CEOs and bankers, masks and guns, we forget the plea for simple words, ascend the ladder from clear nature to…
Read MoreDan Collins, Disclosure (I remember fireflies fondly)
I feel like a tall shadow, a penumbra but my spirit totem is a firefly; a firefly timing a spackle of light, replacing in snatches what remains of the goddamn diminishing sun. …
Read MoreKristan Taylor, Tiny Goldmine
You scanned the area as if it were the first time you had plundered Your timing was crystalline: the last moments of light, the broken bulb on top of the totem A surge of parking lot birds echoing in the crisp summer air announced the magic hour These were trying times, so said a fool…
Read MorePriscilla Rice, Loba (Self-Sacrifice, Self-Love)
It was the night my totem appeared in a dream A she-wolf, una loba, who stood outside the door I was inside with my ex, and I could hear the rasp of her voice The agony, echoing in the dark and the howls of lament and rabia, The cadence of her heart, in sync with…
Read MoreKshounishBhadra-Bhaduri,
the agony of my clear, crystalline heart which i daub with the echoing tears of our release i stumbled away from our destiny the design of my soul plundered by your behest a revelation i reached far too late the interminable timing of your laugh, once a thing of grace, now a rasp as the…
Read MoreRylee Moore, A Disclosure On Life
Life is hard by design. Thrown together like a daub painting, life is short of grace. The innocent are plundered of all the means they had to reach their destiny. Left with no chance, it’s clear the only solution is to venture further into the depths of the unknown. I am a fool. I was…
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