THE PEOPLE WHO VANISH by Ryan Havely
THE PEOPLE WHO VANISHby Ryan Havely The People Who VanishYou wear the wind around youlike a favorite shawl. I tryto hold you against meand you go to ashes. Youleave like a storm,tie your hairwith ribbonslike...
GERANIUMS by Noel Williams
GERANIUMSby Noel Williams
A slow approach to Turner in the corner of the gallery
This hull emerges dazzlingin the blue blaze of air, breaks througha pulse of sun, emptying lightthrough a lancet of bulwark and bow.
That...
ETERNAL AND INFINITE by Scott Thomas Outlar
ETERNAL AND INFINITEby Scott Thomas Outlar
Loki’s Ammunition
Sometimes we mustset the book asidefor a moment,exhale a deep breath,and exclaim,“My God, that’s what a poem is!”
No whitewash on the crescendowhere it all went to hell.
No handbasket...
UNHOLY MEDICINE by Mark J. Mitchell
UNHOLY MEDICINEby Mark J. Mitchell
UNHOLY MEDICINE
If Buddha had a coldwould the eight-spoked wheelstill start to turn?
Would the diamond vehicleconvey learned saintsabove the summit of Mount Meru?
Would chanting monksset ancient columnsvibrating with wordless songs?
Would meditation...
THAT OLD BLACK MAGIC by Gary Beck
THAT OLD BLACK MAGICby Gary Beck
Machine Learning
Before a car can drivewithout a human,one must first get behind the wheel.As the driver accelerates,stops and turns on local streets,sensors in the carrecord what he seesand how...
BUS TO SANTEE, SOUTH CAROLINA by John Horváth
BUTTON COLLECTIONby Howard Winn BUTTON COLLECTIONBringing order to our mother’s house,as she sat in her rocking chairwatching a daytime television program,my sister threw out old candy boxescontaining buttons hoardedfrom at least sixty years.They sounded like...
PEN SAND by Luke Skoza
LOVEby Katharine Studer
Love
Before the word is spokenA man might walk on handsDangling mid-air without a net or wire,Concentrating to keep the weightof his legs extended straight in the center,Nudging his fingers to gain an...
BUTTON COLLECTION by Howard Winn
BUTTON COLLECTIONby Howard Winn BUTTON COLLECTIONBringing order to our mother’s house,as she sat in her rocking chairwatching a daytime television program,my sister threw out old candy boxescontaining buttons hoardedfrom at least sixty years.They sounded like...
LOVE by Katharine Studer
LOVEby Katharine Studer
Love
Before the word is spokenA man might walk on handsDangling mid-air without a net or wire,Concentrating to keep the weightof his legs extended straight in the center,Nudging his fingers to gain an...
RESURRECTION by Barry Silesky
RESSURECTIONby Barry Silesky
RESURRECTION
A phone call tells me I’m breathing and the world returns. Isn’t that what they mean by God? It must be what we’ve been waiting for. There's more of course, but this...