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...
OPEN BOOK by Dominique Williams
OPEN BOOKby Dominique Williams
The Consequences of a Dream
A bitter truth wrapped in translucenceA fervent hope dashed upon consciousnessA trip to UtopiaA descent into Hell
Selections from CALL ME ISHMAEL’S APPRENTICE by Eileen Flaxman
Selections fromCALL ME ISHMAEL’S APPRENTICEby Eileen Flaxman
Certaintyis thy savior.In this storm–tossed,tumultuous world,with death to our leftand our right,we look to TheeWho never waversWhose word is law andWhose punishment...
GRANITE by Elizabeth Spragins
GRANITEby Elizabeth Spragins
Granite
a stream of pebblestrickles down the fractured face—rivulets of raintug an acorn from its tombdeep within the wrinkled rocks
