THE INCESSANT PRAYER by Olga Kawecka
THE INCESSANT PRAYERby Olga Kawecka All will be just for the better.Do not listen to the world,Whose speech is but a clatterFrom the hollows of Naught.2017 How the Gothic world laughs by its joking gargoylesAt this...
SUNRISE KID by Ross Jackson
SUNRISE KIDBy Ross Jackson
Sunrise kid
his line of sight between smooth creamvee of sugar gum’s double trunkwhiskers sprout radii of goldfrom puckered areola of sunpulls on his pistol, fires one outa messy shot which dries...
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 cut by powerlines anddying gods left where they lie
abandoned factoriesand empty warehouses
this is the place
meaningless words castingdistorted shadows...
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 thrill of the hunt will we...
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 are they...
NAVEL by Edward Lee
NAVELBy Edward Lee
MOURNING
The trees outside my windoware weeping leaves,not in sympathyto the pain in my heartat your sharp sudden absence,but simply becauseautumn has fallen.
NAVEL
Every time,without fail,before they make love,she picks fluff from his navel;there...
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AT HALF-PAST TEN by Souzi Gharib
AT HALF-PAST TENBy Souzi Gharib
J.F.K.
In Massachusetts, Brookline, an ailing childWas born to an ancient Irish clan,A lineage of kings, heroes and bards.
For History and English he had a flairBut he had a date with...
AND THE WIND by Kevin Gillam
AND THE WINDBy Kevin Gillam
and the wind
the wind blew through us. we were small thatday, there and not. sea was scuffed, frothed, whipped,
smear of land far out where blue skirts blue.wind blew through us....
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 his skin like mistAnd dew-like, settles onThe couchWe threw awayBut...
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 direct youdown...