UNHOLY MEDICINE by Mark J. Mitchell
UNHOLY MEDICINEby Mark J. Mitchell
UNHOLY MEDICINE
If Buddha had a coldwould the eight-spoked wheelstill start to turn?
Would the diamond vehicleconvey learned saintsabove the summit of Mount Meru?
Would chanting monksset ancient columnsvibrating with wordless songs?
Would meditation...
EMILY by Luke Francis Beirne
EMILYby Luke Francis Beirne
I: Emily, February 14thThe wind started:blowing and gustingacross the ground,fresh snow coveredmost of the red.
Frayed strandsof a welcome matpoked through the snowat her feet.
Blinds hid most of the room.Bottles and cans...
LOVE by Katharine Studer
LOVEby Katharine Studer
Love
Before the word is spokenA man might walk on handsDangling mid-air without a net or wire,Concentrating to keep the weightof his legs extended straight in the center,Nudging his fingers to gain an...
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 hairwith ribbonslike...
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 of sun, emptying lightthrough a lancet of bulwark and bow.
That...
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 cheek.
‘T’ is Christian, ‘t’ is born again.‘K’ is my name,...
SO BRIEFLY HERE by John Grey
SO BRIEFLY HEREby John Grey
THESE VACATION MEMORIESTourists trudge throughthe makeshift marketplace along the dock,inspect the obligatory merchandise:chess sets, shell necklaces,coconuts carved into faces."Very cheap," says one local after another.But the visitors have little time...
THE LAW OF SILENCE by David Dephy
THE LAW OF SILENCEby David Dephy
When a Poet
I am a firm believerThat as soon as a person stops lyingTo himself,He will be able to find someoneHe can trust unconditionally.And this someone is his own...
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 stitch and the seam,Plucking grief from...
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 sounded like...