March 27, 2017

Best Served Cold by Michelle Hartman

I made up games, like Hiding the Body,
and How Far on Two Dollars a Day.
My favorite was a special dinner menu
of infinite detail, resentment gazpacho
in hand-painted Royal Copenhagen
seasoned by a soupçon of intolerance, garnished
with insults and disdain. Main course, 
a steak tartar cloaked in highly spiced deglaze
of retribution on a bed of bruised dreams;
chased by a Tiramisu gloat, coffee and biscuits.
Every time a blow connected or a verbal
spear pierced, I added another course.  
Until it was a banquet fit for global
meeting of leaders, cooked by staff of hundreds.
Table decorations included heads on platters
and real digits in the finger bowls.







Michelle Hartman’s poetry books, The Lost Journal of my Second Trip to Purgatory from Old Seventy Creek Press & Disenchanted and Disgruntled and Irony and Irreverence, both from Lamar University Press, are available on Amazon. She is the editor of Red River ReviewHer spare time is filled with a tiny fairy princess named Kaitlyn.  

March 24, 2017

A Downy Feather by Daginne Aignend

I knew the energy was different
A strange vigor, a diffuse light pulsating
from my shoulders into my biceps
I could feel the emerging strength
as I spread my arms, flapping
An exciting sensation came over me
when I levitated just a few inches
above the floor and hovered,
just before my feet touched the ground again
I blinked my eyes, pinched my cheek
but nothing changed
The soft energy glow was still all around me
My legs trembled when I jumped out of the window
Panic, in a freefall towards the moist cobblestones
Again I flapped with my arms, fluttering ...
Floating on the soothing airstreams
above the desolate streets at night
Gliding between the rooftops,
increasing my speed
till I was a powerful jet conquering the skies

I never knew what really happened
but my shoulders got more muscular
after that night
And occasionally, after waking up,  I found  
a little downy white feather on my cushion







Daginne Aignend is a pseudonym for the Dutch poetess Inge Wesdijk. She likes hard rock music, photography and fantasy books. She is a vegetarian and spends a lot of time with her animals. Daginne started to write English poetry five years ago and posted some of her poems on her Facebook page and on her fun project website www.daginne.com. She has been published in some online Poetry Review Magazines with a pending publication at the Contemporary Poet's Group anthology 'Dandelion in a Vase of Roses'.


March 23, 2017

Invitation by Joan McNerney

Would you like to unwind
an afternoon at the lake?

Solar sparks spilling over us
in showers of golden sizzle.

Put on short shorts, skimpy tops,
stick our toes into oozy mud.

Breezes will shake treetops
while we listen to birdsongs.

Why not float on new grass
facing an Alice blue sky?

Read celestial comic strips
from mounds of clouds.

We can count sunbeams,
chase yellow butterflies.

Devour bowls of cherries
painting our lips crimson.

This noontime is perfumed
with illions of wild flowers.

Let’s go away all day...be
embraced by the goddess.






Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Blueline, and Halcyon Days.  Three Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Kind of A Hurricane Press Publications have accepted her work.  Her latest title is Having Lunch with the Sky and she has four Best of the Net nominations.  

March 21, 2017

Conquered by Winter by Linda M. Crate

the sun was a
fluke, a red-herring
i thought spring was on her
way;
but the trees are trembling now
i feel their cold
the crocuses are afraid to
open—
maybe it will be rain or maybe it will
be snow
for in these parts you never can tell
our weather is quite bi-polar,
and i remember once my father told me it snowed all
the way into july;
but i don't want to see that echoed again because
summer should never be conquered by winter and nor should spring be.







Linda M. Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh raised in the rural town of Conneautville. In addition to writing her favorite things are: nature (especially flowers, trees, and bodies of water), books, music, anime, and crime shows.

March 19, 2017

Little Egypt by David Gross

Would you like to receive a free poetry chapbook and also help a fellow poet? Flutter Press is offering 10 PDF copies of David Gross' latest chapbook of 26 poems, Little Egypt, in exchange for an honest review on Goodreads, Amazon.com, or both.

As you know, it's so difficult to find an audience for any writer. Poppy Road Review would like to help poets gain more exposure for their books. David Gross has recently been published at Poppy Road and just needs a little help getting his chapbook out there.

Little Egypt is a nickname given to the southernmost section of the state of Illinois which is geographically, culturally, and economically distinct from the rest of the state. The region is bordered on three sides by the largest rivers in the U.S.: the Wabash and Ohio on the east and south and the Mississippi to the west. Geographically it is more hilly and rocky than the rest of the state and many consider it part of the Ozarks. 

When settlers began to come in great numbers they came by way of the ever-available rivers and found southern Illinois a convenient region for settlement. The advent of the steamboat and the development of trails and roadways soon led immigrants to bypass the southern part of the state. It thus was left a somewhat isolated region, a kind of historical eddy. 

In this region a culture, reasonably advanced at the time of its coming, tended to become static. The customs, practices, and beliefs of the pioneer survived here long after they had passed in less isolated regions. It is against the background of this distinctive area that the writer would have these offerings viewed.

David Gross has published four previous collections, Cup of Moon, What We Never Had, Because It Is, and Pilgrimage. His poems have appeared in dozens of print and online literary journals such as, Big Muddy, Black Poppy Review, Blue Collar Review, Cape Rock, Common Ground Review, Hummingbird, Kentucky Review, Lilliput Review, Longhouse, Modern Haiku, Naugatuck River Review and Northeast. 


*If Interested, please send an email to the editor. The first 10 requesters will receive a free PDF copy. Reviews and ratings should be posted within two weeks of receiving the chapbook.  If you do not receive a copy, that means that your request wasn't one of the first 10 submitted.  Please only request this chapbook if you intend on writing a brief review and a rating.  Poppy Road intends on providing free copies of other poetry chapbooks at least twice a month or more, depending on how this goes.

March 17, 2017

And Go For A Birdsong Ride by Donal Mahoney

Spring will eventually arrive,
Tom tells his youngest daughter
looking out the window at the snow. 

Take heart, he tells her, 
and listen for the blue jays when 
they build a nest in the sycamore 

and chase away the other birds 
that fly unwelcome into the tree  
hoping also to start a family.

He tells his snowbound daughter
once she hears the blue jays' ruckus
spring will be here and she can wear 

her jeans and pretty yellow jacket, 
get on her tricycle with the other girls
and go for a birdsong ride.






Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri. He writes poetry, fiction and nonfiction. Some of his work can be found at http://eyeonlifemag.com/the-poetry-locksmith/donal-mahoney-poet.html.

March 15, 2017

An Unnecessary Gate by Paul Ilechko

The squeaking gate swings melancholy
above the tattered steps that lead
to a most conventional porch. 

The rusted gate:
an unnecessary appendage, left over
from a previous incarnation
of ownership. 

Give me a wire brush.
Give me a can of black enamel paint.
With such implements, I will make
of this gate a new and admirable
entryway, one that leads from the external world
to my personal approximation of heaven.








Paul Ilechko was born in England but has lived much of his life in the USA. He currently lives in Lambertville, NJ with his girlfriend and a cat. Paul has had poetry published and/or accepted recently by Third Wednesday, Sick Lit Magazine, Gloom Cupboard, MockingHeart Review and Slag Review, among others.