WHAT XERO OFFERS by Mark Young
WHAT XERO OFFERSby Mark Young
What Xero offers
The leading online storage &file delivery service is enviedfor her use of the tropes she keeps in a secret gulag of unique art forms. Her young adult ministry is a global provider...
BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS by Emily Brummett
BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTSby Emily Brummett
Boston, Massachusetts:
she steps off a twelve-hour ridenext to a stranger-whose shuffled music playlistand snoresdidn’t know personal space.
Footfalls and fast food stopsfill the train stationas she barrels through the massessuitcases dragging behindto...
SLICK by Mia Condic
SLICKby Mia Condic
#1SLICKI knew a guy in collegehe listened only to classical musica psychology studentyou could tell he was destined for a future inphilosophical monologuesthe way he orchestrated the words from hisclassical mouthbut a...
ORANGE CAT by Mark Jamieson
ORANGE CATby Mark Jamieson She Could BeShe would be the proof in the pudding,Once beyond the should not or shoulding.Ever always, that one stitch in time,Willing and able, to save other nine.Her manner, sweeter more...
OUT OF THE BLUE IS TRUE by Tim Suermondt
OUT OF THE BLUE IS TRUEby Tim Suermondt
DEAUVILLE
The morning comes like movie stars,movie stars in sailboats.
I’m no star in any configuration,but I acknowledge Beauty’s pecking orderand I gladly give her a pass on my...
TALK RADIO by Sugar Tobey
TALK RADIOby Sugar Tobey
Tang Dynasty Poem
She looks twenty but she’s abouttwelve hundred years old nowthe tang dynasty was a long time ago
she still waits for a young manto come and dig her a carp...
HOPES by Alexa Tirapelli
HOPESby Alexa Tirapelli
“Hopes”His name was Bud Hopes, or Lou –something like that, or what-have-you.They found his journal in an abandoned barnamong dusty knick-knacks and next to his body,to which he had done some harm.They...
CHARLEY BOND by William Schoedel
CHARLEY BONDby William Schoedel
He came upon me suddenlyBefore I could retreatHis long lean figureWrapped in an abused overlong grey coatWith a shock of nearly pure white hairTumbling from beneathThe confines of a tattered woolen...
OLD SALT by Christina Petrides
OLD SALTby Christina Petrides
Old Salt
Flushed from alcohol, wind and weather,And grooved from age,The woman clutches her fishing rod and glares at the sea.It twinkles back at herAnd crashes unconcerned into the rocks below.
Barista
There’s a...
EYELASH by Glen Armstrong
EYELASHby Glen Armstrong Eyelash It is not strange enough.Nor beautiful enough to discuss.At length in the museum’s coffee shop.I’m remembering it differently.The bees both threaten. And reinvigorate the landscape.The sky looks like paper.Another skinny girl.Makes a wish...