Author: Sasha Smith
Sweet (an old toothache poem)
Slow thudding, thumping pain struck teeth, enamored by frozen sweetness, ravaged – to the weak enamel, pitied to the ringing core, Rhythmless, it was just an empty… Read more “Sweet (an old toothache poem)”
A Battle of Will
take exception to the carnall cross the meridian, cross the metaphore. ease against it cross and ease into its sex of secrets, into the flash-collapse of flesh… Read more “A Battle of Will”
Joe
The sky remained lifted and sore, with a dreary tone and a somber, miserable hue of gray, mixed and infused into its erratic texture. It funneled into… Read more “Joe”
Lazarus Alfred Joyce
“So you like Chekhov?” Joyce raised his head. His eyes (they were too light and too blue) darted sideways, big, bulging. Afraid. Or Nervous. His eyes held… Read more “Lazarus Alfred Joyce”
Disclaimer
I’m not sure what criteria I have for the poems that I post on this blog. Some poems are ranked on my ‘this is okay’ list. A… Read more “Disclaimer”
Pillar Pill box
A pillar, a pill box color coordinated to days of the weak and frail — thins my hair and blood, and floods my liver and kidneys —… Read more “Pillar Pill box”
In Between
I am standing in between rooms, in between the shallow end and start of doorways. In the sheet rock, plasters and pink puff insulation pieces. I am… Read more “In Between”
I took them all
I took some pills a while ago then a while ago, more and a while ago again. I found my friend I found a pause of silence… Read more “I took them all”
SASHA SMITH 