ICE CREAM TRUCK by Alicia Cole
ICE CREAM TRUCKBy Alicia Cole Ice Cream TruckThe cone is always the cone.The rhyme scheme, the metric oomph:these hold the dripping words.They're always melting. The sonnet,the sapphic, the prose poem, the cento.Melting into...
FALLEN SEEDS by Donny Barilla
FALLEN SEEDSBy Donny Barilla Fallen SeedsSweet juices pooled about the floor of my mouth.I snapped the apples skin and felt the floods slap across my tongue.Pulps sauteed the parchment walls of my throatas...
TAPESTRY by Natasha Zarine
TAPESTRYBy Natasha Zarine
IncarnaratedClutching the rolls of youDrip latent constellationsEnchained by taboo.But when I howl of pleasureI never think of you.
Raping myself, I caressEvery tingling...
ON THE SANDS OF LIDO by Bob Varghese
ON THE SANDS OF LIDOBy B. A. Varghese
Knowing
It was enoughknowing he was therehis presence like an army of giantsbaritone voices encouragingalong the battle linestrong...
MORE by Chris Fields
MOREBy Christopher Fields More Why seek anything morethan a life that slips frictionlessly by?I want more. I want a life that lashes;I want a life that grinds and scrapes,that prunes away weak piecesexposing lurid...
LOTUS by Martina Reisz Newberry
LOTUSBy Martina Reisz Newberry
LOTUS
On the other side of the mountain,my wealthy friend has built a castle.It was a long project but now sits,
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WALKING by Patrick Hurley
WALKING…selectionsBy Patrick Hurley
#categories collapse in upon themselvesstrange instruments reshapethe structure of space
random interpretations of irregularitywill hold meaning ifone seeks it
vague...
BALM by Gale Acuff
BALMBy Gale Acuff
Balm
After Sunday School I came home to sinagain, my folks smoking in the kitchenand gulping Yuban and not even dressedand Father unshaven...
PLATONIC LOVE by Ray Fenech
PLATONIC LOVEBy Raymond Fenech
This Will Never happen to me Syndrome
There is Christmas, Easter and Valentine but also depressing advertisements about cancer. Outside - the...
WHAT WAS THAT CITY by Mary Crow
WHAT WAS THAT CITYBy Mary Crow WHAT WAS THAT CITY―after Cavafy What city tangled me in its sandy roots,led me into desert, where I gasped at vastness and vacancy, pyramids fringingmiles of nothing growing, a...
