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<channel><title><![CDATA[Red Flag Poetry - Poetry Express]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.redflagpoetry.com/poetry-express]]></link><description><![CDATA[Poetry Express]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 05 Mar 2026 23:17:37 -0500</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[Noah Soltau: "Wednesday Morning Over Frozen Pancakes"]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.redflagpoetry.com/poetry-express/noah-soltau-wednesday-morning-over-frozen-pancakes]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.redflagpoetry.com/poetry-express/noah-soltau-wednesday-morning-over-frozen-pancakes#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Thu, 05 Mar 2026 19:45:43 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.redflagpoetry.com/poetry-express/noah-soltau-wednesday-morning-over-frozen-pancakes</guid><description><![CDATA[Wednesday Morning Over Frozen Pancakes&nbsp;My daughter asks&nbsp; &nbsp; If you were 25 again what would you change&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Regret burns my throat&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; last night&rsquo;s bad decisions&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I tell her I don&rsquo;t know&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I don&rsquo;t tellher some days&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; today&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; every choice feels like amistake&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marriage profession education each step [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph"><font color="#2a2a2a"><strong>Wednesday Morning Over Frozen Pancakes</strong><br />&nbsp;<br />My daughter asks&nbsp; &nbsp; If you were 25 again what would </font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">you change&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Regret burns my throat&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; last night&rsquo;s </font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">bad decisions&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I tell her I don&rsquo;t know&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I don&rsquo;t tell</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">her some days&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; today&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; every choice feels like a</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">mistake&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marriage profession education each step</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">backwards the wrong one&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I don&rsquo;t know what to do</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">I barely know who to be&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I tell her I&rsquo;m not sure</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">what would be different&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I don&rsquo;t tell her right</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">choices are a matter of scale &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Every day &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;today&nbsp;&nbsp; is</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">filled with mistakes misfortune until it&rsquo;s not &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Every</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">day is full of favor felicity until it&rsquo;s not&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I tell her</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">to eat her pancakes&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I don&rsquo;t tell her nothing good</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">is easy&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The world will break your heart anyway</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">Maple syrup glistens bright cold sunrise&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; time to go</font></div>  <div><div style="height: 0px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div> <hr class="styled-hr" style="width:100%;"></hr> <div style="height: 40px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div></div>  <div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:41.891891891892%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:0px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;text-align:left"> <a> <img src="https://www.redflagpoetry.com/uploads/1/2/5/6/12569069/published/noah.jpg?1772740604" alt="Picture" style="width:390;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:58.108108108108%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph"><strong><font color="#c23b3b">Noah Soltau</font></strong><font color="#2a2a2a"> teaches about art, literature, and society to the mostly willing. He is managing editor of <em>The Red Branch Review</em>. His debut collection of poetry, <em>Titanfall</em>, is forthcoming from Madville Publishing. His most recent work appears in <em>Cutleaf,</em> <em>Door is a Jar</em>, and elsewhere. He lives and works in East Tennessee.</font><br></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Travis Stephens: "Mercury Rising, Jupiter in Retrograde"]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.redflagpoetry.com/poetry-express/travis-stephens-mercury-rising-jupiter-in-retrograde]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.redflagpoetry.com/poetry-express/travis-stephens-mercury-rising-jupiter-in-retrograde#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2026 16:41:32 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.redflagpoetry.com/poetry-express/travis-stephens-mercury-rising-jupiter-in-retrograde</guid><description><![CDATA[Mercury Rising, Jupiter in Retrogradewhich is to sayI don&rsquo;t know a goddamn thingabout horoscopes.The moon has ignored mefor so long I have tradedmy telescope for a beer-making kit.Which is to affirm that I am Gemini,the bad twin, the one that can paintbut doesn&rsquo;t, has memorized all thesongs my girlfriend hates &amp; willsneak peeks in the bookstore atvolumes on celestial matchmaking.A dalliance with Taurus is to courtripped sheets, cups of coffee thrownmessily across the room.Aquariu [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph"><font color="#2a2a2a"><strong>Mercury Rising, Jupiter in Retrograde</strong><br /><br />which is to say<br />I don&rsquo;t know a goddamn thing<br />about horoscopes.<br />The moon has ignored me<br />for so long I have traded<br />my telescope for a beer-making kit.<br />Which is to affirm that I am Gemini,<br />the bad twin, the one that can paint<br />but doesn&rsquo;t, has memorized all the<br />songs my girlfriend hates &amp; will<br />sneak peeks in the bookstore at<br />volumes on celestial matchmaking.<br />A dalliance with Taurus is to court<br />ripped sheets, cups of coffee thrown<br />messily across the room.<br />Aquarius is a shower tease.<br />Libra, stay away, you Satan.<br />Yea, though I walk in the shadow<br />of the moon I will fear no scorpion,<br />no sheep, no traffic lights.<br />I have the entire row of the store<br />to myself. Self-help, too.<br />Do you ever wonder why<br />we have yet to find each other?</font></div>  <div><div style="height: 0px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div> <hr class="styled-hr" style="width:100%;"></hr> <div style="height: 30px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div></div>  <div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:31.808731808732%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;text-align:left"> <a> <img src="https://www.redflagpoetry.com/uploads/1/2/5/6/12569069/published/travisstephens.jpg?1768836025" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:68.191268191268%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph"><strong><font color="#c23b3b">Travis Stephens </font></strong><font color="#2a2a2a">is a tugboat captain who lives in California. His book of poetry, <em>skeeter bit &amp; still drunk</em> was published by Finishing Line Press. Visit him at: <a href="http://zolothstephenswriters.com/" target="_blank">zolothstephenswriters.com</a>.</font><br></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Tohm Bakelas: "something they call home"]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.redflagpoetry.com/poetry-express/tohm-bakelas-something-they-call-home]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.redflagpoetry.com/poetry-express/tohm-bakelas-something-they-call-home#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 11 Nov 2025 19:29:15 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.redflagpoetry.com/poetry-express/tohm-bakelas-something-they-call-home</guid><description><![CDATA[something they call home&nbsp;For a few hours, white snow&nbsp;fell before nightfall; then rain&nbsp;&nbsp;came and washed it all away.&nbsp;&nbsp;The lone streetlight on this&nbsp;dead end street, the one that&nbsp;&nbsp;often makes the poems, makes&nbsp;&nbsp;me think of Weldon Kees and&nbsp;&nbsp;his porchlight coming on. My&nbsp;&nbsp;neighbor, a miserable man who&nbsp;&nbsp;never waves, whose name I will&nbsp;never know, called the electric&nbsp;&nbsp;company about the streetlight&rsquo;s&n [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph"><strong><font color="#2a2a2a" size="4">something they call home</font></strong><font color="#2a2a2a"><strong><font size="4">&nbsp;</font></strong><br /><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">For a few hours, white snow&nbsp;</font><br />fell before nightfall; then rain&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />came and washed it all away.&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />The lone streetlight on this&nbsp;<br />dead end street, the one that&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />often makes the poems, makes&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />me think of Weldon Kees and&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />his porchlight coming on. My&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />neighbor, a miserable man who&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />never waves, whose name I will&nbsp;<br />never know, called the electric&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />company about the streetlight&rsquo;s&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />stutter, about its blinking off&nbsp;<br />and on from dusk to dawn.&nbsp;<br />They came and fixed it when I&nbsp;<br />was at work, when I wasn&rsquo;t around.<br />And now it&rsquo;s just a well-lit beacon,<br />birthing brightness upon this street,<br />guiding lost souls wet from rain,<br />towards something they call home.</font></div>  <div><div style="height: 0px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div> <hr class="styled-hr" style="width:100%;"></hr> <div style="height: 40px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div></div>  <div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:41.060291060291%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.redflagpoetry.com/uploads/1/2/5/6/12569069/tohm_orig.jpeg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:58.939708939709%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph"><span><strong><font color="#c23b3b">Tohm Bakelas</font></strong><font color="#2a2a2a"> is a social worker in a psychiatric hospital. He was born in New Jersey, resides there, and will die there. He is the author of several collections of poetry, including &ldquo;Cleaning the Gutters of Hell (Zeitgeist Press, 2023) and &ldquo;The Ants Crawl in Circles&rdquo; (Bone Machine, Inc., 2024).</font></span><br /><span></span><font color="#2a2a2a"><a href="https://tohmbakelaspoetry.wordpress.com/">https://tohmbakelaspoetry.wordpress.com</a><br />Instagram: @flexyourhead</font></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[CS Crowe: "The Isle of the Sirens"]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.redflagpoetry.com/poetry-express/cs-crowe-the-isle-of-the-sirens]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.redflagpoetry.com/poetry-express/cs-crowe-the-isle-of-the-sirens#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2025 15:06:29 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.redflagpoetry.com/poetry-express/cs-crowe-the-isle-of-the-sirens</guid><description><![CDATA[The Isle of the Sirens&nbsp;We first found them in the school library and the gymnasium,They set up booths on coarse carpet and polished floorPromising that he who listened to them would be wiser for it.&nbsp;This was still a time before prosperity became mythology.&nbsp;&nbsp;Our fathers and our mothers did not teach us&nbsp;To put warm wax in our ears or to tie ourselves to the mast.&nbsp;We threw ourselves overboard. We tread waterFor four years, or six years, or eight years,&nbsp;Or eight ye [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph"><font color="#2a2a2a"><strong>The Isle of the Sirens</strong><br />&nbsp;<br />We first found them in the school library and the gymnasium,<br />They set up booths on coarse carpet and polished floor<br />Promising that he who listened to them would be wiser for it.<br />&nbsp;<br />This was still a time before prosperity became mythology.&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;<br />Our fathers and our mothers did not teach us&nbsp;<br />To put warm wax in our ears or to tie ourselves to the mast.<br />&nbsp;<br />We threw ourselves overboard. We tread water<br />For four years, or six years, or eight years,&nbsp;<br />Or eight years with another seven years of residency,<br />And when we finally reached them,<br />When we finally pulled ourselves gasping onto the rock,<br />When we scraped the salt of sunburnt skin,&nbsp;<br />When we begged them to give us the wisdom they promised,&nbsp;<br />The Sirens, in their cheap suits handed us these papers:<br />This paper tells everyone that you listened to the song,<br />This paper tells everyone how much you paid for it.<br />&nbsp;<br />And that we would continue to pay for it all our lives.<br />&nbsp;<br />We looked around, and we found&nbsp;<br />There was not a breath of wind or a ripple of water,<br />And in the doldrums around the Isle of the Sirens,&nbsp;<br />We found nobody who would help us:<br />&nbsp;<br />The sea, still and silent and empty, far into the horizon.</font><br /></div>  <div><div style="height: 0px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div> <hr class="styled-hr" style="width:100%;"></hr> <div style="height: 20px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div></div>  <div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:41.060291060291%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;text-align:left"> <a> <img src="https://www.redflagpoetry.com/uploads/1/2/5/6/12569069/published/charles-venable.jpg?1761145726" alt="Picture" style="width:385;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:58.939708939709%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph"><strong><font color="#c23b3b">CS Crowe</font></strong><font color="#2a2a2a"> is three crows in a trench coat that gained sentience after eating a magic bean. He spends his days writing stories on a stolen laptop and trading human teeth for peanuts. A poet and storyteller from the Southeastern United States, he believes stories and poems are about the journey, not the destination, and he loves those stories that wander in the wilderness for forty years before finding their way to the promised land.</font></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Aaron Lelito: "Blank Canvas"]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.redflagpoetry.com/poetry-express/aaron-lelito-blank-canvas]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.redflagpoetry.com/poetry-express/aaron-lelito-blank-canvas#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2025 14:09:04 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.redflagpoetry.com/poetry-express/aaron-lelito-blank-canvas</guid><description><![CDATA[Blank Canvas&nbsp;Our sparseness attracted us,little lines entering inwardfrom the edge of a blank canvasat an unnaturally acute angle.&nbsp;Four branches from the same treeor maybe different trees, depends onyour vantage point&nbsp;and willingness to break&nbsp;&nbsp;into exteriority.Our little lines that took onweight but remained uncrossed,an extrajection&mdash;&nbsp;We&rsquo;re on the idealization&nbsp;slashavoidance spectrumshe said.&nbsp;Four branches with&nbsp;ghost boundariesdropping pin [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph"><font color="#2a2a2a"><strong>Blank Canvas</strong></font><br />&nbsp;<br /><font color="#2a2a2a">Our sparseness attracted us,<br />little lines entering inward<br />from the edge of a blank canvas<br />at an unnaturally acute angle.<br />&nbsp;<br />Four branches from the same tree<br />or maybe different trees, depends on<br />your vantage point&nbsp;<br />and willingness to break&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;<br />into exteriority.<br />Our little lines that took on<br />weight but remained uncrossed,<br />an extrajection&mdash;<br />&nbsp;<br />We&rsquo;re on the idealization&nbsp;<br />slash<br />avoidance spectrum<br />she said.<br />&nbsp;<br />Four branches with&nbsp;<br />ghost boundaries<br />dropping pine needles&nbsp;<br />without a clue.</font></div>  <div><div style="height: 0px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div> <hr class="styled-hr" style="width:100%;"></hr> <div style="height: 30px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div></div>  <div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:41.060291060291%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:0px;padding-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;text-align:left"> <a> <img src="https://www.redflagpoetry.com/uploads/1/2/5/6/12569069/published/dsc-1835nataliehofertphotography2023-square.jpg?1754576061" alt="Picture" style="width:421;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:58.939708939709%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph"><strong><font color="#c23b3b">Aaron Lelito</font></strong><font color="#2a2a2a"> is a writer&nbsp;and editor&nbsp;from Buffalo, NY.&nbsp;His micro-chapbook,&nbsp;</font><em style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)"><span>Secret Meetings</span></em><font color="#2a2a2a">,&nbsp;was published by Ghost City Press in 2025,&nbsp;and&nbsp;his poetry&nbsp;collection,&nbsp;</font><em style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)"><span>The Half Turn</span></em><font color="#2a2a2a">, was published in 2023.&nbsp;His work has also appeared in&nbsp;</font><em style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)"><span>Sage Magazine</span></em><font color="#2a2a2a">,&nbsp;</font><em style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)"><span>Door Is A Jar</span></em><font color="#2a2a2a">,&nbsp;</font><em style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)"><span>Stonecoast Review</span></em><font color="#2a2a2a">,</font><em style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)"><span>&nbsp;Barzakh,</span></em><font color="#2a2a2a">&nbsp;</font><em style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)"><span>SPECTRA Poets</span></em><font color="#2a2a2a">, and&nbsp;</font><em style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)"><span>Santa Fe Review</span></em><font color="#2a2a2a">.&nbsp;He is Editor in Chief of&nbsp;</font><em style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)"><span>Wild Roof Journal</span></em><font color="#2a2a2a">.&nbsp;<br />&#8203;Instagram: @aaronlelito</font></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Alora Young: "Dark-skinned girls with bad wigs aren't prepared"]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.redflagpoetry.com/poetry-express/alora-young-dark-skinned-girls-with-bad-wigs-arent-prepared]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.redflagpoetry.com/poetry-express/alora-young-dark-skinned-girls-with-bad-wigs-arent-prepared#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2025 15:05:36 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.redflagpoetry.com/poetry-express/alora-young-dark-skinned-girls-with-bad-wigs-arent-prepared</guid><description><![CDATA[   	 		 			 				 					 						  Dark-skinned girls with bad wigs aren't preparedThey spoke patois on the patio&nbsp;&nbsp;A Japanese fan from China cooled the air in the city&nbsp;They would never know they were baking in a kindred kind of heatThe rooster stood by the door and looked at you&nbsp;Like you told it to cocadoodledo&nbsp;And he said &ldquo;Make me&rdquo;&nbsp;&nbsp;A Spanish guitar sweats a little melody for a girl when nobody is around to listen&nbsp;A brown-skinned woman wears a pin [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="wsite-spacer" style="height:26px;"></div>  <div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:center;"><strong><font color="#2a2a2a">Dark-skinned girls with bad wigs aren't prepared</font></strong><br /><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">They spoke patois on the patio&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;A Japanese fan from China cooled the air in the city&nbsp;<br />They would never know they were baking in a kindred kind of heat<br />The rooster stood by the door and looked at you&nbsp;<br />Like you told it to cocadoodledo&nbsp;<br />And he said &ldquo;Make me&rdquo;&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;<br />A Spanish guitar sweats a little melody for a girl when nobody is around to listen&nbsp;<br />A brown-skinned woman wears a pink dress&nbsp;<br />And god smiles&nbsp;<br />Because god loves brown-skinned women in pink dresses&nbsp;<br />She( god) says &ldquo;Ohh she&rsquo;s&nbsp;<em>too</em>&nbsp;sharp&rdquo; it's a shame they won't be allowed to wear that type of dress in public for another century in Earth years&rdquo;&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;<br />But in about a century,&nbsp;<br />A brown girl, tangentially related to this one, finds the dress at a thrift store in Harlem&nbsp;<br />And she wears it to the club&nbsp;<br />And gets disrespectful with a boy who ain&rsquo;t no good in the bushes at the park at 3 am&nbsp;<br />Her ancestor,&nbsp;<br />Now in heaven,&nbsp;<br />Watches this happen on DTV (descendants TV, like MTV for Angels)&nbsp;<br />And sucks her teeth&nbsp;<br /></font></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:center;"><span style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)">The blue of the storm shades has greened over&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)">And the rooster was dinner about 94 years prior to this happening&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)">But the first woman still thinks&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)">That boy is a bad wig&nbsp;<br />&#8203;The kind you see in Tyler Perry movies that white people compliment you on&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)">And he partakes in coonish behavior&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)">And there is nothing for a brown girl&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)">In the kind of man who tells you you're pretty for a brown girl&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)">And then marries a white woman&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)">&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)">Who will divorce him for never doing any labor&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)">Physical or emotional&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)">Around the house&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)">&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)">And he fumbles out of her then fumbles all over her and doesn't apologize&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)">And that is the moment when the second girl realizes what her ancestor has been telling her&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)">&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)">A bad wig is not a Spanish guitar&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)">It will never sweat you a song</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)">It can only get nappy and tangled&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)">And if you put it on your head&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)">All it will ever do&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)">Is make you look like a fool&nbsp;</span></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>  <div><div style="height: 0px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div> <hr class="styled-hr" style="width:100%;"></hr> <div style="height: 20px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div></div>  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:0px;padding-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.redflagpoetry.com/uploads/1/2/5/6/12569069/published/alorayoung.jpg?1750285948" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div class="paragraph"><font size="3"><strong><font color="#c23b3b">Alora Young</font></strong><font color="#000000"> is the 2021 Youth Poet Laureate of the Southern United States. She is a presidential scholar of the arts, a two-time TEDx Speaker, a scholastic gold medalist, an Americans for the Arts Round Table fellow, a Young Arts winner in spoken word, and a recipient of the Princeton Prize in Race Relations, along with the Spring Robinson literary prize, the Lin Arison excellence in writing award, and the International Human Rights Day rising advocate award. She was also nominated for Best of the Net by Rattle magazine.&nbsp; She is the founder of AboveGround, an organization seeking to create equity in Nashville elementary schools through creative writing and neurodivergent education. She is an inaugural intern at the Center for Race Research and Justice at Vanderbilt University. She has publications in or upcoming in <em>The New York Times</em>, <em>Rattle</em>, <em>Washington Post</em>, <em>Signal Mountain Review</em>, <em>Rigorous Mag</em>, and <em>Ice Colony Jornal</em>. She was a poet in Lyric Fest&rsquo;s production of&nbsp;</font><span style="color:rgb(0, 0, 0)"><em>Cotton</em>&nbsp;</span><span style="color:rgb(0, 0, 0)">and contributed to the anthology&nbsp;</span><em><span style="color:rgb(0, 0, 0)">I Know What the Red Clay Looks Like</span></em><span style="color:rgb(0, 0, 0)">. She won two Best Young Actress awards at the Rome and Madrid International Film Festival.&nbsp; Alora also has a degree in Spoken Word Pedagogy with a minor in Religion from Swarthmore College. As an actor, as well as a as poet she has performed on CNN, CBS, TIME, and many local channels in Nashville.&nbsp; Her book <em>Walking Gentry Home</em> was released by Hogarth Books in August of 2022. It received a starred review in <em>Kirkus Reviews</em> and it was nominated for a Goodreads Choice award. It won best debut in <em>Nashville Scene</em> magazine and <em>Ms.</em> magazine. She is planning to pursue a M.F.A in creative writing and a PHD. in neurodivergent creativity. She spends her free time writing and playtesting her two board games </span><span style="color:rgb(0, 0, 0)">Girlboss&nbsp;</span><span style="color:rgb(0, 0, 0)">and&nbsp;</span><span style="color:rgb(0, 0, 0)">Fake Your Own Death.</span><span style="color:rgb(0, 0, 0)">&nbsp;She has written ten books and thousands of poems many of which will be coming out in the following years.</span></font></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Jennifer Handy: "Voter Fraud"]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.redflagpoetry.com/poetry-express/jennifer-handy-voter-fraud]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.redflagpoetry.com/poetry-express/jennifer-handy-voter-fraud#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Thu, 27 Mar 2025 12:14:39 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.redflagpoetry.com/poetry-express/jennifer-handy-voter-fraud</guid><description><![CDATA[Voter FraudPeople in town, on ATVs and dune buggies,they fly MAGA flagsand mutter loudly about elections stolen.&nbsp;&nbsp;You might think it was a red state,but that&rsquo;s just on the surface,the dust kicked up by dune buggies.&nbsp;Everyone&rsquo;s a communist out in the desert,&nbsp;away from canals and power lines,&nbsp;the inhabitants clinging to one another&nbsp;to stay out of the whirlwinds and the heat,the saguaro offering up part of its bodyto the woodpeckers that nest inside.&nbsp;T [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph"><font color="#2a2a2a"><strong>Voter Fraud</strong><br /><br />People in town, on ATVs and dune buggies,<br />they fly MAGA flags<br />and mutter loudly about elections stolen.&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;<br />You might think it was a red state,<br />but that&rsquo;s just on the surface,<br />the dust kicked up by dune buggies.<br />&nbsp;<br />Everyone&rsquo;s a communist out in the desert,&nbsp;<br />away from canals and power lines,&nbsp;<br />the inhabitants clinging to one another<br />&nbsp;<br />to stay out of the whirlwinds and the heat,<br />the saguaro offering up part of its body<br />to the woodpeckers that nest inside.<br />&nbsp;<br />Take the roadrunner, for example,<br />no respecter of space or property<br />when he flies inside my van,<br />&nbsp;<br />strutting about the wooden countertop,<br />the wooden floor,<br />inspecting a fluttering curtain,<br />&nbsp;<br />displaying his stripes, his fancy plumage,<br />like buttons upon a blazer,<br />his political affiliations unformed, unknown.<br />&nbsp;<br />He doesn&rsquo;t stay long, my temporary guest.<br />If I wanted to, I could chase him out,<br />but instead I play the role of host<br />&nbsp;<br />and offer up a crust of bread,<br />which he point-blank refuses.&nbsp;<br />He asks for nothing but understanding,<br />&nbsp;<br />for a moment of respite when passing through,<br />like the lizard that dives inside a random hole<br />at the approach of danger, of a snake,<br />&nbsp;<br />sharing quarters for a time with a scorpion,<br />perhaps a spider, asking neither permission<br />nor forgiveness.&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;<br />There are times when even people come together,<br />broken down on a lonesome highway,<br />the same people who fight for space in parking lots.<br />&nbsp;<br />As for me, I leave the pavement,<br />escape the town, and take off<br />like the roadrunner, voting with my feet.</font><br></div>  <div><div style="height: 0px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div> <hr class="styled-hr" style="width:100%;"></hr> <div style="height: 30px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div></div>  <div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:20.686070686071%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:0px;padding-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;text-align:left"> <a> <img src="https://www.redflagpoetry.com/uploads/1/2/5/6/12569069/jennifer-handy-photo-by-jeff-singer_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:79.313929313929%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph"><strong><font color="#c23b3b">Jennifer Handy</font></strong> <font color="#2a2a2a">is the author of the chapbooks <em>California Burning</em> (Bottlecap Press, 2024) and <em>Dirt </em>(Finishing Line Press, October 2025).</font><br></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Scott Silsbe: "The Poetics of Outer Space"]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.redflagpoetry.com/poetry-express/scott-silsbe-the-poetics-of-outer-space]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.redflagpoetry.com/poetry-express/scott-silsbe-the-poetics-of-outer-space#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jan 2025 21:23:25 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.redflagpoetry.com/poetry-express/scott-silsbe-the-poetics-of-outer-space</guid><description><![CDATA[&#8203;The Poetics of Outer Space&nbsp;It may bethat our solar systemis shaped likea jumbo shrimpor a deflated croissant.&nbsp;I like to be&nbsp;in my own worldbut I also like to bea part of the worldthat I inhabit.&nbsp;Time is an accidentfollowing motion.       	 		 			 				 					 						          					 								 					 						  Scott Silsbe was born in Detroit. He now lives in Wilkinsburg, Pennsylvania. His poems have been collected in four books:&nbsp;Unattended Fire,&nbsp;The River Underneath t [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph"><font size="5">&#8203;<strong><font color="#2a2a2a">The Poetics of Outer Space</font></strong></font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">&nbsp;<br /><font size="5">It may be<br />that our solar system<br />is shaped like<br />a jumbo shrimp<br />or a deflated croissant.<br />&nbsp;<br />I like to be&nbsp;<br />in my own world<br />but I also like to be<br />a part of the world<br />that I inhabit.<br />&nbsp;<br />Time is an accident<br />following motion.</font></font></div>  <div><div style="height: 0px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div> <hr class="styled-hr" style="width:100%;"></hr> <div style="height: 30px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div></div>  <div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:38.981288981289%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;text-align:left"> <a> <img src="https://www.redflagpoetry.com/uploads/1/2/5/6/12569069/published/scott-silsbe.jpg?1736458003" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:61.018711018711%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:justify;"><strong><font color="#c23b3b">Scott Silsbe</font></strong><font color="#2a2a2a"> was born in Detroit. He now lives in Wilkinsburg, Pennsylvania. His poems have been collected in four books:&nbsp;</font><em style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)">Unattended Fire</em><font color="#2a2a2a">,&nbsp;</font><em style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)">The River Underneath the City</em><font color="#2a2a2a">,&nbsp;</font><em style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)">Muskrat Friday Dinner</em><font color="#2a2a2a">, and&nbsp;</font><em style="color:rgb(42, 42, 42)">Meet Me Where We Survive</em><font color="#2a2a2a">. He is also an editor at Low Ghost Press.</font></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Peter J. Grieco: "April in Harvard Yard"]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.redflagpoetry.com/poetry-express/peter-j-grieco-april-in-harvard-yard]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.redflagpoetry.com/poetry-express/peter-j-grieco-april-in-harvard-yard#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 02 Oct 2024 15:05:23 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.redflagpoetry.com/poetry-express/peter-j-grieco-april-in-harvard-yard</guid><description><![CDATA[April in Harvard Yard&#8203;&ldquo;The task of a linguist is not to tell us&nbsp;what sentences mean, but to explain how&nbsp;they have the meanings speakers give them.&rdquo;*&nbsp;Striking symmetries &amp; anti-symmetries&nbsp;tedious anxieties, balanced utterances, moldy&nbsp;ceilings, salient contrasts, loathsome spidersrigid restrictions, despotic anguish:&nbsp;It&rsquo;s as if a well-made poem required&nbsp;an identifiable pivot somewhere&nbsp;between&nbsp;monstrueux&nbsp;&amp;&nbsp;volupt [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph"><font color="#2a2a2a"><strong>April in Harvard Yard<br />&#8203;</strong><br />&ldquo;<em>The task of a linguist is not to tell us&nbsp;</em><br /><em>what sentences mean, but to explain how&nbsp;</em><br /><em>they have the meanings speakers give them</em>.&rdquo;*<br />&nbsp;<br />Striking symmetries &amp; anti-symmetries&nbsp;<br />tedious anxieties, balanced utterances, moldy&nbsp;<br />ceilings, salient contrasts, loathsome spiders<br />rigid restrictions, despotic anguish:&nbsp;<br />It&rsquo;s as if a well-made poem required&nbsp;<br />an identifiable pivot somewhere&nbsp;<br />between&nbsp;<em>monstrueux</em>&nbsp;&amp;&nbsp;<em>voluptueux.</em><br />&ldquo;In other words, the relation between&nbsp;<br />an initial state &amp; a final one is correlated<br />with the opposition between initial problem&nbsp;<br />&amp; final solution.&rdquo; Or else none of this goes<br />anywhere &amp; I would not know what to do<br />with myself in Presbourg at six in the morning.<br /><br /><font size="2">*epigraph from Jonathan Culler's 1975 book&nbsp;<em>Structuralist Poetics</em></font></font></div>  <div><div style="height: 0px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div> <hr class="styled-hr" style="width:100%;"></hr> <div style="height: 30px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div></div>  <div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -0px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:32.432432432432%; padding:0 0px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;text-align:left"> <a> <img src="https://www.redflagpoetry.com/uploads/1/2/5/6/12569069/published/grieco-p.jpg?1727881754" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:67.567567567568%; padding:0 0px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph"><strong><font color="#c23b3b">Peter J. Grieco</font></strong><font color="#2a2a2a"> is a retired English professor and former school bus driver. His poems have been widely published in small magazines on-line and in print. His book length series of poems include: &ldquo;At the Musarium,&rdquo; a collection of semi-procedural verse based on word frequency lists, &ldquo;Misinterpretations of Dreams,&rdquo; a series which interrogates Freud's seminal study of dream life, "Structuralist Poetics," which attempts to come to terms with post-structuralism, &amp; "A Week on the Concord &amp; Merrimac." celebrating Thoreau. His collection of ekphrastic verse, &ldquo;The Blind Man's Meal,&rdquo; is available from Finishing Line Press.</font><br /></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Chandra Alderman: "69 Love Songs"]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.redflagpoetry.com/poetry-express/chandra-alderman-69-love-songs]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.redflagpoetry.com/poetry-express/chandra-alderman-69-love-songs#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 05 Aug 2024 19:21:55 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.redflagpoetry.com/poetry-express/chandra-alderman-69-love-songs</guid><description><![CDATA[69 Love Songs&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;for Silsbe&nbsp;By that secondor thirdlove songwe got that first&nbsp;awkward kiss&nbsp;out of the way.&nbsp;I stopped countingsongsand kissesas I beganto hearthe musicof your mouthand hands.       	 		 			 				 					 						          					 								 					 						  Chandra Alderman lives in northeast Ohio. Her heart belongs to Pittsburgh, PA. Her writing and photography have appeared online at Thirteen Myna Birds, The City Poetry, Octopus Review, Trailer Park Quarte [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph"><font color="#2a2a2a"><strong>69 Love Songs</strong><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<font size="4">for Silsbe</font><br />&nbsp;<br />By that second<br />or third<br />love song<br />we got that first&nbsp;<br />awkward kiss<br />&nbsp;<br />out of the way.<br />&nbsp;<br />I stopped counting<br />songs<br />and kisses<br />as I began<br />to hear<br />the music<br />of your mouth<br />and hands.</font></div>  <div><div style="height: 0px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div> <hr class="styled-hr" style="width:100%;"></hr> <div style="height: 30px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></div></div>  <div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:33.887733887734%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:0px;padding-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.redflagpoetry.com/uploads/1/2/5/6/12569069/published/chandra-head-shot.jpg?1722886071" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:66.112266112266%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph"><font color="#c23b3b">Chandra Alderman</font><font color="#2a2a2a"> lives in northeast Ohio. Her heart belongs to Pittsburgh, PA. Her writing and photography have appeared online at Thirteen Myna Birds, The City Poetry, Octopus Review, Trailer Park Quarterly and Live Nude Poems. She&rsquo;s working on a collection of poetry and is still trying to compose a perfect bowl of soup.</font><br /></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>