BLAKEAN REPROSE by Alex Bastianini
SONATAby Trivarna Hariharan
LullabyListeningto our river’s old flow—I make peace with myself.
SonataWhat shall fillthe absence ofthe flowers thathave fallen fromour Kadamba?
ReflectionIn...
SONATA by Trivarna Hariharan
SONATAby Trivarna Hariharan
LullabyListeningto our river’s old flow—I make peace with myself.
SonataWhat shall fillthe absence ofthe flowers thathave fallen fromour Kadamba?
ReflectionIn...
LONELINESS IS RARELY IMAGINED by Richard LeDue
LONELINESS IS RARELY IMAGINEDby Richard LeDue
Because The Doctor Recommended Walking
Noticed a truck parked at your apartment,and wonder if you're seeing someone new.
NOTHING LEFT TO SAY by George Freek
NOTHING LEFT TO SAYby George Freek
THE DEAD (After Mei Yao Chen)
A sultry breeze weakens,as the dying sunfalls like a ball of lead.A raven searches...
CERTAIN THINGS by Steven Lebow
CERTAIN THINGSby Steve Lebow
I.
Today is Tuesday.I have begun to think aboutcertain things.
Women, wearing tight skirts,pass me by. I make asidesthey...
ALL THIS LOVE by Jared Pearce
ALL THIS LOVEby Jared Pearce Computer ChessI keep clicking undoto trace my losingstreak, to find outall my mistakes.If I go another way,if I had allowed my brotherto tag along more often,or if...
IN ANOTHER MAN’S POEM by Gordon Roberts
IN ANOTHER MAN'S POEMby Gordon Roberts
After the Service for RudianneAfter the serviceAfter the prayersAfter the family gatheringGoing through his stuffMy sister shows meHis All-Star Cons in blue suedeHis feet...
ORANGES AND LEMONS by Aaron Fischer
ORANGES AND LEMONSby Aaron Fischer
Lines for Joey Ramone
(Jeffery Ross Hyman, 1951 – 2001)
When the last words of some conversationget lost...
IN THIS GREAT AND COMPLEX WORLD by Carla Carlson
IN THIS GREAT AND COMPLEX WORLDby Carla Carlson GREETING THE BUSINESSMAN AFTER INDIA I have no sayover the sky’sgrey determinations.My husband drivesa motorized toothbrushinto his mouth.He’s still jet-lagged.A problem is a thingone must change.A...
FRACTIONS by Anya Lofamia
FRACTIONSby Anya Lofamia
bodies and becoming
who chose this face for me : is this mine?there is some strangeness in being bornto a body of a twenty-six-year-old...
