poetry

3 Poems

Each one starts small and saccharine, / puffed bundles of confectioner’s sugar, / cottony chicks peeping softly. / Then the down molts and they grow. / Feathers fall to the ground, thicken / settling excrement. Sharpened shanks...

3 Poems

She’s playing hooky for the umpteenth lunch / this month, pure lust—blowing the Weatherman, / to put it bluntly. Days when he’s off-screen / he calls and she comes running...

2 Poems

Alien parents tuck their dearest pearl / into a pod, a rocket, a crystal crèche / and launch it into hopeful space. The girl / or boy or multi-gendered child inside / dies in hypersleep; the fuel depletes...

2 Poems

Late November and gusts / rock the oaks to groans. / The living will find shelter: / pygmy rattlers seeking ground palms / for sleep, lizards scurrying / into thorny hiding places, armadillos

Terri Witek

Terri Witek almost literally disappears into her mixed-media poem, written especially for Functionally Literate, then prompts a spontaneous poem from the audience.