Little Miss Perfidious and the Sad, Old, Pervert Hiding in the Corner
I sometimes forget my true love is the contents of the bottle, not those who pour it. But it is…
I sometimes forget my true love is the contents of the bottle, not those who pour it. But it is…
Jonas Sidell returns to Gadfly with two more poems: lamenting, peering inward, a reflection on the stripped down feeling that…
I was tried. I was sentenced. A charge of murder had been brought against me. The Dueling Laws had, unknown…
What was once an embarrassment can occasionally become a source of pride, though perhaps still a distraction in most cases.…
President Obama's Kill List, a compendium of people targeted for assassination, has led anti-war activists and civil libertarians of all…
It waits in the darkness. Looking on with hungry-greedy eyes, tasting the air with a thick, grey tongue. It is…
Gazing into the abyss, the abyss gazes back also, inviting and enticing. The chasm and the huntress tease our narrator…
Thomas C. Burgess included a note with today's poem. He said, "This poem is meant to raise questions about society,…
A droning sun pressed against the condo window as I lay in bed listening to children screaming in the morning…
In my view, vital poetry has to do with wordsmithing that packs reverent aesthetics into a complex semantic charge. I…