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...
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...
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...
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...
TEENAGE ANGST by Omar Reyes
TEENAGE ANGSTby Omar Reyes Teenage Angsti was never really in lovei was only sleepwalking with a loaded gun aimed at your forehead15 miles away comfortably decaying on an empty twin bed covered in batman sheets listening to my favorite band singing about broken body...
INTO THE BLIZZARD by Kathy Robertson
INTO THE BLIZZARDby Kathy Robertson
Fall Festivities
During our annual drivewe rediscoverthe buttery meadowsmeandering amongstNiagara Escarpment bluffsdecked in colourful coatsof the season burgundy,gold, scarlet, plum—as sun’s...
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...
TWILIGHT by Richard Dinges
TWILIGHTby Richard Dinges, Jr
Twilight
Shadows hide intwilight, hide inbanality of dimskies cracked byblurred limbs. Limbssway spasmodicallyin wind's whispers.A judgment of a daythat promised sharp...
SHE IS A WOMAN by James Evan Gates
SHE IS A WOMANby James Evan Gates
ImpermanenceStop what you are doing and take a nap.Your bed is calling. The rain is falling.Our long and arduous expedition has come...
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...