HIGH PLACE PHENOMENON By Hailey Cragun
HIGH PLACE PHENOMENONBy Hailey Cragun
High Place Phenomenon
Along the red cliff sidewith staggering ten story dropswe cling to a chain, silver and black,its mark worn into the stone.
The August sun warms the sandstonewhen my hand,...
ONE WEEK DAY WHILE WALKING By Jeremy Gadd
ONE WEEK DAYWHILE WALKING By Jeremy Gadd One week day while walking downWattle Street, I heard a cry thatbrought me to a halt in mid-stridelike a prisoner shackled to a wall,and my heart missed a beat,...
MARKO POGACAR’S POETRY Translated by Andrea Jurjevic
Poetry by MARKO POGACARTranslated by Andrea Jurjevic
MESNI ROMEO
Stajao sam na prozoru golih prsa, vikaovolim ćufte, najviše volim ćufte, dolje je far kaoflak prste kada se goni sabljarka rezao noćdijelio mrak na dvoje. jedan je...
THE PUSH By Clay Reed
THE PUSHBy Clay Reed
DynamicAfter Denise Duhamel
Having a child changes a relationship,at least that’s what our friends with childrenhave told us several times.“It changes the dynamic!” they say,acting as if they are letting us inon...
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SERGEY CHERNYSHEV’S POETRY Translated by Boris Kokotov
Poetry by SERGEY CHERNYSHEVTranslated by Boris Kokotov
Sound
Flesh flickers: smoke, a man,an anthill. Sound, blunt and hollow,still palpitates inside the frozen headand wags its tail -- green, red, and yellow.
It’s empty. With a wanton tonguehanging...
(DIS)AMBIGUATION By Sarah Kohrs
(DIS)AMBIGUATION
By Sarah Kohrs
(DIS)AMBIGUATION
It began with the forgetting.Sunlight sparked off keysDangling eye-level near the door;
Yet I walked right by and hadTo come back again whenThe car remained silentDespite being...
TURN AWAY By Andy J Hale
TURN AWAYBy Andy J Hale
Tears of Stone
Arrival in the valley of the sunA bowl of mountains burningA drink of water filled with fireFor my flower of the prairie
If you want me to cryTell me...
LIVE LIFE BECAUSE By Samantha Kriney
LIVE LIFE BECAUSEBy Samantha Kriney
You Were the Start, the Peace, My First Years --after Barry White
My feet loved the touch of my mother’s womb until thefirst note you sung to teach me how to controlmy...
WATCHING THE SUN GO BY By Gareth Culshaw
WATCHING THE SUN GO BYBy Gareth Culshaw
WATCHING THE SUN GO BY
Her days were bythe window. An ornamentpainted by his hands.
She would watch the sunmove along the terracedhouse. Turning the time
from west to east.A sack...
HOMAGE TO ORWELL By Tomas Sanchez Hidalgo
HOMAGE TO ORWELLBy Tomas Sanchez Hidalgo
Homage to Orwell,
surrounded by slot machines,in the main hall(perhaps the Tanjiers?)by the penultimateof our national heroes,perfect for adults and children,proud to bethe gear lever in Europe,respecting the margin for...