THE BODY NEEDS BLOOD by Ruth Niemiec
The Body Needs Blood
My father smoked cigarettes,pack a day,enough to punctuate every sentence with a coughI began to wait for a cough at the end of each sentenceSome were louder than othersThe others were...
WRITERS’S BLOCK by Bernadette Dickenson
WRITERS’S BLOCK
Words scuttle around the squaremarking the edge of my mindrunning in chaosfrom corner to cornerupstairs and downstairsnot lingering on the landing for restI struggle to put them to pen!
Words of exquisite love,darkest despair,desire...
ON THE BASIS OF SELFLOVE by Ann Huang
The Rights of A Girl
In summer solstice, lightning in midnightpulls you from cosmos—rain stormsthe waterscapesYou walk backward, making space aboutthe need to start becoming. To thosewhom you see and embrace, you keepin with poetry,...
GAME OF THREE by Lucia Coppola
THE SNAKE
Coiled up by the side of the trackswhile the train whizzes past, kicks up dead leavesthe overcast chill drizzles down fog and dreamsproject onto his reptilian stare – he lies there.At the bottom...
THEME FOR THE ETERNAL NOW by John Sweet
why i dreamt of the west coast
a suicide maybe
bitter taste ofabandoned hope
says he hates her saysshe hates him and then there’s thekid forgotten at thebottom of the bathtub
asshole in the front yard saysshe owes...