THE PEOPLE WHO VANISH by Ryan Havely
THE PEOPLE WHO VANISHby Ryan Havely The People Who VanishYou wear the wind around youlike a favorite shawl. I tryto hold you against meand you go to ashes. Youleave like a storm,tie your...
WOULD THAT… by Margo Poirier
WOULD THAT...by Margo Poirier
WOULD THAT.....Would that answerscould come withthe same ease as breathingWould that peacecould come withthe same ease as falling asleep.Would that lovecould come withthe same ease...
NE PLUS ULTRA by John Casey
NE PLUS ULTRAby John Casey
This
That momentYour sweet smileElevated meAsked for nothingWarmed my world-worn heartValidated my existence
The honest, nova-bright life of...
BUTTON COLLECTION by Howard Winn
BUTTON COLLECTIONby Howard Winn BUTTON COLLECTIONBringing order to our mother’s house,as she sat in her rocking chairwatching a daytime television program,my sister threw out old candy boxescontaining buttons hoardedfrom at least sixty years.They...
GERANIUMS by Noel Williams
GERANIUMSby Noel Williams
A slow approach to Turner in the corner of the gallery
This hull emerges dazzlingin the blue blaze of air, breaks througha pulse...
LETTER TO A YOUNG POET by Korkut Onaran
LETTER TO A YOUNG POETby Korkut Onaran
AFFINITIES
A starfish lives in a five-hour day,an octopus in October.Words are crawling all over me!‘Cheek’ sits on my...
HUMAN BEING by William Welch
HUMAN BEINGby William Welch
Untitled
“I’m not Rumpelstiltskin,” I said, joking,then realized how apt it was —that malicious imp coming nightlyto anguished girls, promising to...
I ALMOST KNEW THIS by Frederick Pollack
I ALMOST KNEW THISby Frederick Pollack I Almost Knew This 1Love is a pleasant, working seaside town.Strangely, its major industriesare neither tourism nor fishing;it lives on gentrificationper se. There’s a small dock.Most of the...
ETERNAL AND INFINITE by Scott Thomas Outlar
ETERNAL AND INFINITEby Scott Thomas Outlar
Loki’s Ammunition
Sometimes we mustset the book asidefor a moment,exhale a deep breath,and exclaim,“My God, that’s what a poem is!”
REDUCTION by Jonathan Dowdle
REDUCTIONby Jonathan Dowdle
RiffIn the rebound, resound,Where all thoughts go to drown,And we sleep beneath the sea,That buries us in echoes bleed;How are we to sleep or dreamBetween the...