Two Poems by Monica Ferrell

Snowflakes falling on the beaten copper of nightwater, / Filling up the mouths of drowned soldiers, / Snowflakes filling the sidewalk cracks, / Edging the trees with a blue… More

Trench Lyric

The doctors tell me I need this. / The sonnet will tell me I need it. / And you see me with a mug, / a glass, at work,… More

My Penal Vacation

"I caught the elderly lady looking toward the bus stop a few times, probably disappointed at the loss of a customer. Count your blessings lady, I think to myself.… More

The Named and the Nameless

"I had never known Vince very well. He was of my father's generation, and during the sixties and seventies that was reason enough for me to maintain a respectful… More

Limp Gray Fur

"I am neurotically productive, reading, studying, writing, exercising – doing something at all times, anything except nothing." More

Insanity

"Purple mountains rise in the distance, / Disrupted by coils of razor wire / Freedom only time can purchase / Brought here, branded a liar." More