THREE SEASONS by A.R. Francis

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THREE SEASONSby A.R. Francis Three seasons Three seasons have passedSince I knew youSince I knew the way your scarfFell across your shoulderOr the way you sipped your teaFrom that chipped cupOn Spring Street And one day we'll...

PENETRATING SECRETS by Cynthia Pitman

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PENETRATING SECRETSby Cynthia Pitman PENETRATING SECRETSWith all your science can you tell how it is — & whence it is, that light comes into the soul?-- ThoreauThe science is settled.We know it all now.No more...

THE NEXT TIMES by Margarita Serafimova

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THE NEXT TIMESby Margarita Serafimova The next times were surrounding me,and everything in their evening lightwas quivering with unconscious potential. I was yearning for you, for an answer from youwhen I raised my gaze to the...

I STAND IN WATER by Keith Hoerner

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I STAND IN WATERby Keith Hoerner I stand in water. It sloshes ’round my scuffed black leather wingtips, laps up the ankles of my rumpled dress slacks, turns khaki to the color of murky brown. Onlookers...

AND THE WINDOW IS SMALLER by Hannah Paige

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    AND THE WINDOW IS SMALLERby Hannah Paige  Dear Staples, here are your rubber bands backDeteriorating love is a funny thing.You build up this glowing mass of memories and emotions.It’s a warm rubber band ball orb...

PERFECTLY BLIND by Philip Wexler

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PERFECTLY BLINDby Philip Wexler Perfectly Blind Her pledges, at the outset, sincere, genuineand most of all, honored.  Thus, you took refugefor a spell in the mirage of perfection.  Inevitably, the sheen began to tarnish.  She was too...

RHINOCEROS by Tomas Sanchez Hidalgo

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RHINOCEROSby Thomas Sanchez Hidalgo It’s four a.m. I have serious problems. And a Magnum in my pocket. Minutes later, dozens of crows, over a crowd of scrapyard parts (near the shoulder), take flight at our...

COME IN SINNER by Gail Willems

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COME IN SINNERby Gail Willems COME IN SINNER give us this day our daily breadeyes burn   swollen faces line-upa hussled order for bread and a small sip payoff for dumb kneeswhere many vows were made and forgotten forgive...

ON MY FLIGHT TO NEW YORK (REMEMBERING MY DEAR MOTHER) by Dr. Raymond Fenech

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ON MY FLIGHT TO NEW YORK(REMEMBERING MY DEAR MOTHER)by Dr. Raymond Fenech I don’t think I’ll ever be closer to you as I am nowAs I fly on this plane and look out into the...

DREAM PARK by Dominique Williams

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DREAM PARKby Dominique Williams   Dream ParkIn my tour of the vast and endless city of exquisite white marble and verdant green grass, I came upon a corner which led to a dead end. With my...