Drew Logan
Photo: Vince Alongi
If it rained
they met under the bridge
in secret
If the Sun shone
they met in the park
in public
Everyday they solved
the world’s problems
No one took notes
Drew Logan
Photo: Vince Alongi
If it rained
they met under the bridge
in secret
If the Sun shone
they met in the park
in public
Everyday they solved
the world’s problems
No one took notes
Drew Logan
Hard Bread
Hard Time
Hard Luck
Now and then
Soft Woman
Soft Mouth
Soft Work
Photo: Kamen Ferdinandov
Arís is Arís
Arán crua
Am crua
Ádh crua
Anois agus aris
Bean mhín
Béal mín
Beatha mhín
Drew Logan
Photo: simon.monk
Blind Homer sat by the door
Ulysses bought him drinks…
Until the other Greeks arrived
Drew Logan
Drew Logan
Photo: jtravism
r’nd the corner
out’a the wind
you say t’ me
you think th’ll
op’n early t’day
too cold
t’ panhandle
no one r’nd
no money
no juice
I say t’ you maybe
knowing that y’ll have
two more hours
out’a the wind
r’nd the corner
Drew Logan
Photo: erix!
She wrapped her
drunken fist
around the neck of
the almost drunk
bottle of pale
yellow gin
Drew Logan
This is a new book of poetry by Jeanie Thompson, a painter of lush images with words from Alabama. She is the managing director of the Alabama Writers Forum and I was thinking about moving to Alabama until I found out she also teaches at Spalding University in Louisville, Kentucky. I live in Kentucky.
Drew Logan
Photo: foxypar4
I encountered Molly Peacock for the first time years ago on a bus in downtown Manhattan. She was driving. No! No! Please do not think she was driving the bus. There was a placard on the interior wall of the bus above the seats where they normally put advertising. It had a poem [...]
Drew Logan
Photo: kevindooley
Batman and Robin sitting on the curb
out of any wine since last night
waiting for the liquor store to open
Batman and Robin sitting on the curb
out of any love since they were born
waiting for the liquor store to open
Batman and Robin sitting on the curb
out of any life but a bottle of [...]
Drew Logan
Photo: ktylerconk
Sitting in Juice Church
waiting a return
to sanity or donut
whichever comes first
Someone passes me
the box of donuts
I become a donut
hole in the middle