Poetry Catalog

He insists I have his smile.I practice it in mirrors,waiting for recognition to arrivelate, like himRelatives say I’m luckygenes travel mysteriously,like secrets that prefer company At reunions, we line upfor photographs,a family tree trimmed neatly to hide the grafts. He teaches me how to sign my name,as if handwritingcould make blood behave.I nod, obedient,carrying … [Read more...] about Inheritance, By: Snigdha Agrawal

I paid for change—good cash goneto get my wife,Jolene sober. Her depression,her drinking,brought me to my knees.I turned pages in a dusty Bible.God, fix, Jolene,I prayed. Jolene left, returned,left again—friends always ready to party. “If you leave,stay gone,” I said. She stayed gone.I waited—night heavy as grief,both sky and heart broken. It backfired—a prophecy … [Read more...] about After the Storm, Us, By: Andrew Cyr

A sign, a feeling, a senseIt’s known deep down insideBefore it then manifestsThe subtle hints start to showWhile inside a miracle unfoldsAs it starts to growAnd as it draws closer to the dayThe bond already cementedNothing can break itNothing can stand in its wayThen in the midst of painWhen her body feels brokenA strength comes to carry her alongTo the ultimate momentA new … [Read more...] about The Bond, By: Helen O Hare

Instrumental in dripping torturous echoes of my mindI feel the wax begin to melt beneath my feetAnd all in all the purest darkest vision I could findWas viewing there the world as so much meat An abattoir of friends and faces arching with desireTowards the very blackened heart they'd ever knowBut who am I to turn away those souls destined for fire?And who are they to think … [Read more...] about So Much Meat, By: Paul White

Daring a footfall through this portal it was exhausting sweeping up the remnants of hubris from under the carpet left behind in my think tank’s truancy. It’s all clambering hands on deck I can’t keep all the recollections. Still, like memory foam melancholy and folly impressions remain, when they’re gone do I become immortal? This consciousness I have was never mine to … [Read more...] about The Long Way Home, By: Phillip Jordan