Poetry Edition
The poetry is a reserved edition in our collection of 20 that houses only poetry from our many poets (with the exception of the cartoons). Every page of the edition shall be poetry, so study it, read it over, and think it over.
poems of the edition – September 2026
Pollen Rain
What's left when the rain
Vanishes without a trace?
Thick pollen replacing oxygen
Flowers burst and bloom
In our lungs, stomachs
Push out of our eyes
As we choke on petals and thorns.
Our bodies not our own,
Our minds a twisted garden
As we reach, reach, reach
For the rain long gone.
Elias E.
Apples
Red is stained blue with the
Setting sun;
A picture perfect moment.
Apples keep the doctor at bay–
Tie us together
Thread by thread.
Ducks lined up in a row.
He drove you
So you could drive me
So I can one day drive them.
And I know
That until the sun dies,
I’ll watch the sidewalks
And think of the raging ocean,
The music filling your life,
And the dead birds buried.
These apples on a desk
Rotting in the summer heat
Will drop seeds that we sow
So there’s always an apple
To save a starving bird
That I will bury
When men and their bikes
Murder them in cold blood
As it rains,
Because you can’t be here
To do it proper.
So until books are back in season,
I will eat oranges
Hoping they’ll be apples
Someday soon.
Elias E.
The Revels
Come, Come, Come
To the circus– where The bread is wine, Drops like blood from the throat of the deer. Iron spires built of men Impale the hearts of the most wicked, For their suffering is but a show for the least.
See, See, See
The show– sink your teeth into it. Feel the surge of excitement
As you play the actor’s part, Parroting strange stanzas straightened out on the rack. Worry not about your own, Your unguarded throat– for you are meant to watch. There is no cost, no payment that you require For nothing is yours, and yours is nothing.
But what is nothing, but not
Known to any? The comedies speak ill of Nothing, for to speak of nothing is to speak Of something that doesn’t exist. Why, The only things that matter are things that are Matter. There! Tonight’s new show! Just come on over, and you’ll get tickets half off! Feast upon sinew as you watch the circus, Laugh with the clowns as they cry through fake tears.
Iron sharpens iron, they say
For it is not the blades that matter. It will only take a moment, let your heart stop. Take pause in this very instant, and unfeel your life As it leaves your body. Know that in your first moment, that you knew nothing else. Know that in your final moment, You own nothing, and you are happy.
Eli H.