A POET’S QUILL by Antoine Airoldi
A POET’S QUILLby Antoine Airoldi A poet’s quill grows so slow;From a bird in mid air, too low;Loses its flight attendant, oh;Watch its mill flow even more;When the seasons change;The days shrink to an inch;All...
TEARBLANKET by Reuben Ellis
TEARBLANKETby Reuben Ellis
Tearblanket
To alter flesh, use the deciduous catclaw,the spiculumed acacia, tearblanketitscommon name, unpronounceable in ambiguity. I could describe it to you,three-thorned, polygamous flowers, pinnatepods, but you will know it because you willbe bleeding...
OLD SCHOOL by Tony Tracy
OLD SCHOOLby Tony Tracy
Physiography
The phenomenon is irrefutable; a true scientificand earthly wonder, mathematical improbabilitythat leaves scholars of astrology scratching
their heads to explain, and pundits of scripture andChristianity gawking through their $10 cardboardsunglasses as midday light...
THE CLIMATE TODAY by Rafiki Chemari
THE CLIMATE TODAYby Rafiki Chemari
“THE CLIMATE OF TODAY”
Is God raging or crying?With these…Massive storms,And violent quakes.
The ones that make, break,And unequivocally shake…Cities, counties, families,And cultures!
So when (Uncle) HarveyCame to visit usIn theLone Star state...
THE STORY OF LIFE by Linda Casebeer
THE STORY OF LIFEby Linda Casebeer
The story of life
We could feel the evening falling around usthough it was noon when clouds covered the sunabove the chapel lit only by natural lightfiltering through the windowsand...
AT THE TEMPLE OF THE MUSIC GOD by Felix Purat
AT THE TEMPLE OF THE MUSIC GODby Felix Purat
Memories of Baja California in Crete
Above the submarine chamber of Aegean AtlantisRugged slopes of the Sierra Giganta riseMy friend back then was indeed AnubisAn actual friend,...
WRITER’S WORKSHOP by Martin Willitts
WRITER’S WORKSHOPby Martin Willitts
Writer’s Workshop
Write what you know, the professor suggested;
but what if you’ve forgotten every piece of informationyou’ve ever known? What if you’ve crossed an intersectionof your life and you realize you’re lost,...
BORROW by Mike Li
BORROWby Mike Yunxuan Li
BorrowMike is not my name,I told you.I borrowed it from Bibleto roam the land of Uncle Sam.It’s my tuxedo and pasta,a manbehind which the I hid and ate,slept, woke and educated.Shame...