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...
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...
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...
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...
THAT OLD BLACK MAGIC by Gary Beck
THAT OLD BLACK MAGICby Gary Beck
Machine Learning
Before a car can drivewithout a human,one must first get behind the wheel.As the driver accelerates,stops and turns...
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...
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...
RESURRECTION by Barry Silesky
RESSURECTIONby Barry Silesky
RESURRECTION
A phone call tells me I’m breathing and the world returns. Isn’t that what they mean by God? It must be what...
BUS TO SANTEE, SOUTH CAROLINA by John Horváth
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...
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!”