Poetry | Word Riot

26 (more Ann) by John Reed

How is it you would rely upon me? I would lie at your command, relied upon. The words of the

for Ben and Wendell on their wedding day October 9, 2011

This man you’ve only met tonight, who is wearing

She applies me in plum. I am there when she speaks, snores, when she gets chapped or cold sores. I

this time, the fennel bulb won’t burn out, i tell you. her name is Naji and her voice is deep.

Have you ever known a man who is a force of nature, and you knew; and you knew that everything

It had been banned during the day, I claimed that I had head out to draw something I’d seen the

There Are No Numbers

I’m today, part of what’s passing. I ask booths who they are anti-meridian. I’ve met people

It was the same in India As it was in Algeria, As it was in Canada, China, Ecuador and Mozambique,

Listen to a reading of “Quicksand” by Kevin Sampsell.

I’m sorry that my mouth is like quicksand

I will

All the roads to Keokuk County Are lonely paths of emptied fields. In dim lit reveries, you told me That