ARTISAN by Anthony Lawrence
ARTISANby Anthony Lawrence Leonard CohenAt a Jewish food stall, considering knaidlach, shakshuka and falafel, Leonard Cohen took my order. His apron was dusted with fingerprints. His name badge flashed in the sun as...
MISSING MESSAGES by David Ryan Palmer
MISSING MESSAGESby David Ryan Palmer
The White Letters
Dearest son,I hope this letter finds you well. I have not seen your address since the accident, but my friends here have...
SUNRISE by George Korolog
SUNRISEby George Korolog
Smelling as a Position
Now there is just the hard cement under your feet,a foot path where birds might surprise youwith a suggestion...
A STUDIO DISTURBANCE by John Grey
A STUDIO DISTURBANCEby John Grey
UNCLE RAY’S MEMORIES OF VIETNAM
In one battlehe saw a soldierripped to piecesby barbed wire and shell,and the guy pleaded with...
BEYOND THE HEAVENS by Edward Bonner
BEYOND THE HEAVENSby Edward V. Bonner Radiant FlamesThe shifting currents shoulder the cerebral coast, sending sediment through your brain.Instinctively the mind wakes more quickly to agony,than a star-shaped heart radiant with flames.Brushing silicafrom your fingers...Scars of persuasionlike a...
LUNCH WITH JESUS by Belinda Subraman
LUNCH WITH JESUSby Belinda Subraman Lunch With JesusWe held hands around the tableat Applebee’s and prayed before eating.Fox Network was there and low self-esteem.“The white cops were right,” they chanted.“More people need beating,We...
DAMN THIS DAY by Andrew Spence
DAMN THIS DAYby Andrew Spence
Tin Foil From Fukushima
No RainNot often // Government Conspiracy Theory #1
the Tin Foil is madein Fukushima...
MUSIC BEHIND THE MELODY by Jean-Mark Sens
MUSIC BEHIND THE MELODYby Jean-Mark Sens
Music behind the melody
Leave the melody behind to hear the musiccoming out of the sound, notes pluckedrun quick over the...
REDTOP, MO by Robert Eastwood
REDTOP, MO.by Robert Eastwood Concord Airport, CA. She sits, restored, on tarmac,blunt-nose-twin-barrels erect––a squat, ponderous bird in California sun. Old men, the stooped gray,waver into line, peer up into her bay.Aboard, they balance & crouch.They...
TONIGHT by John Horvath
TONIGHTby John Horvath TONIGHT I am yours ‘til earth crumblestoo soon, too soon it crumblesdogs howling along the streetsbitches marking their discontenttoo soon it crumbles, too soonbe mine ‘til moonfall and daybreak WORRY ABOUT A...
