L’ARUME DA LLISBOA por Jose Manuel SÁNCHEZ
L’ARUME DA LLISBOApor Jose Manuel SÁNCHEZ
TIMES SQUARE
Times Square.Marzu, 2017.La Hestoria convidomea chumar un treitu.La Hestoria,-díxome ella-fai tiempu que punxo’l so llaren Nueva York.Ye un...
SUNWASHED AND WASTED by John Sweet
SUNWASHED AND WASTEDBy John Sweet
a beautiful failure
like dogs runningthrough frozen fields
like february sunlight ondirty ice
blue skies...
A DUAL PERSPECTIVE by Patrick Erickson
A DUAL PERSPECTIVEBy Patrick Erickson A DUAL PERSPECTIVEDoes the edge of gloryreally work?Are you skittish?Are you skirtingthe edgewalking the walktoeing the line?Does it glowlike the glowwormlike its doubleits wormholeits twinlike those lighting stripsthat...
STRANGERS ON A TRAIN by James K. Zimmerman
STRANGERS ON A TRAINBy James K. Zimmerman
Midflight
that old manbecause he can'tget his bag downfrom the overhead bin
because he can'tunzip it...
OPEN UP by Roger Singer
OPEN UPBy Roger Singer
OPEN UP There was an unwillingnessof movement.A stretch like tree topsin a tempest.A few indistinguishable wordsslipped clumsily into the air.The visions were intangible;the onesyou think you...
ANOTHER HOME POEM by Daniel Ruefman
ANOTHER HOME POEMBy Daniel Ruefman Another Home PoemAre homes places to which we clinglonger than we should,as if we are paint chips flakingfrom the doorjambs,or foam insulation bleedingthrough the seams of splintered siding.Or...
AS MEN by Talon Florig
AS MENBy Talon Florig
As MenAs men we are taught that a woman’s walls are to be conquered, their gates to be crashed. We learn that only in the...
A SONNET TO MY HUSBAND by Cassidy Manley
A SONNET TO MY HUSBANDBy Cassidy Manley
A Cancer Poem
He died on a September dayBut you could sayHe died all yearOr forty sixIt rises from...
MY PANTRY by Rikki Santer
MY PANTRYBy Rikki Santer
My Pantry
Crowded with shelves it knows how to shelvecanisters of worry that pretend to be hermetic
and brave....
LUST by Stephanie Daich
LUSTBy Stephanie Daich
Where’s Daddy
“Where’s daddy,” his daughter cries through the night.“Where’s daddy,” his precious cries at first light.He had been there so often to...