SURFERS by Byron Beynon
SURFERSBy Byron Beynon
BOB DYLAN: BLOOD ON THE TRACKS
The strong cardboard sleeve camewith Till's photographas the back cover turnedto an illustration by Oppenheim;I'd heard Dylan sing liveonly once in an English field,occupying the stage like...
FREEDOM by Razmik Grigoryan, translated by Maro Ghukasyan
FREEDOM
by Razmik Grigoryan, translated by Maro Ghukasyan
When I understood that the start of triumph is made on defeat,I let you goon the last day ofmy lost days.The morning hadn't woken up yet,and the Sun was...
THE ARROWS by Herbert Martin
THE ARROWS
by Herbert Martin
The Arrows,ate into Saint Sebastian’s freshlike liquid acid,like somethingapplied to antiquesto preserve them,or prepare themfor a market thatwill pay millionsof dollars, or lireor Deutch Marksfor believers and non-believers alike.There is no accountingfor...
A PLACE WITHOUT JARS by Graham McLennan
A PLACE WITHOUT THE JARSby Graham McLennan
UNTITLED XVI
Amenability unboundby dying oaks holdinga city built uponthe wrist bones of youthaware of their timelytrial of agingdeterioration of cartilagedulling of fingertipsarthritic dew scalingwindow sills holdingback the preening...
SOMETHING BLUE by Heather Lee Rogers
SOMETHING BLUEby Heather Lee Rogers Nuclear Fission You see our lovewas just good chemistrythose first date cocktails ofraw pheromonesand evolutionary drive,despite your egowe are not divinejust well-dressed test tubesmixing atomsand hot moleculesso when our unit splitthat...
ESPERANZA by Manuel Madera
ESPERANZAby Manuel Madera
A Follower OF Desolation
There is not muchI do when I thinkOf the birchesResting in the woods.
Once in a whileThe breeze whistlesAt the breaking dawn,Whilst I am silent.
I think very littleOf the colliding...
THERE WAS TIME by Dean Baltesson
THERE WAS TIMEBy Dean Baltesson
There Was Time
There was a timewhen time was in store for uswe discovered a summerand we wanted lovewanted so much for love and time to arrive.
But then we heardthere never...
BETWEEN THE SEASONS by W. Jude Aher
BETWEEN THE SEASONSby W. Jude Aher
between the seasons
ice carved as lightdreamsshadows castingall the lost imagesbelievingbeyond the taste ofblood illusionsongs conceivingsky frozen blueclear mindsoul yearningto seebetween the seasonsto touch reasoncrosses fallwhereskin truth whisperslove cracks the...
SUPER-8 by Timothy B. Muren
SUPER-8by Timothy B. Muren Super-8Your grave, Phil Silver, should be here,Philip’s Fill-Up—Gas and Gro. Hilarious, bro.filled up with bones like a new Christian, like a new Big-Wheel coasting to dirt, downsteep on plastic, breaking apart against...
THE CIRCLE by Marc Carver
THE CIRCLEby Marc Carver
AMBIVALENCE
The man stands at the barhe tries to talk to everyone who comes to the barbut most ignore himI don't know how long he has been therebut I am guessing a...