HOWEVER RICH by Cameron Morse
HOWEVER RICHby Cameron Morse Shave GelTheo says Mama and hands mea hair from your head so long its endshave twirled together. Today isthe bottle of my shave gelhe won’t let go of as if it containedsome wish-granter...
CHERRY FLOWER by Daniel King
CHERRY FLOWERby Daniel King
Centaur Zenith
We see the galaxy below usEach star with azurite fire allureThrough Delta prisms they are peerlessTransformed like cerium laser lightFor Titans, lemniscate with wildness,Who slant triumphant, descend and arcAnd blaze...
THE SAME BOAT by R. S. Stewart
THE SAME BOATby R. S. Stewart THE SAME BOATThe contraption we still cling tohas layers of catastrophe lowerthan the steeper ones we soughtin our daily dreams, sailingor swimming safely to shoreand out again, the thought...
MY YOUNG LIONS by Lynne D. Soulagnet
BONDAGEThe intensity of your glarecould sear my fleshburn a hole right through me.I compress myself into the chair,use a book as a shield.I have done it again,rubbed sandpaper on your wounds.What did I say...
OF THIS HOUR by Korkut Onaran
OF THIS HOURby Korkut Onaran
ANOTHER BAR JOKE
A deep sea creatureand a priest walk into a bar.Where?
In a poem. In a highmountain town at a landlocked state,in a historic bar.
The priest drinks red wineand talks...
THE CROSS-TOWN by Eileen Valentino Flaxman
THE CROSS-TOWNby Eileen Valentino Flaxman The Cross-Townmakes its way in fits and starts, dayin and day out, from the east side tothe west and the doors hiss and thebrakes screech and people get on andoff,...
SALT by Robert McCloy
SALTby Robert McCloy
Old St. David’s (Cheraw, SC)
August pines and majestic magnoliasStand testament to centuriesOf weddings, Sundays, funerals;Gentle, torrid windAdorns the forlorn, silent yard.
What storiesOf passion, hope, faith,Impotence, despair, bewildermentAre sealed in the rootsOf the...
SPEAKING WITHOUT LANGUAGE by Jan Little
SPEAKING WITHOUT LANGUAGEby Jan Little
Speaking Without Language
Nurses, family friends and we all grappleWith an articulate mother suddenly unableTo speak to us now.
Charades and questions become new mode of talking:Where the word “medicine” and hand’s...
A LOVE STORY by Gloria G. Murray
A LOVE STORYby Gloria G. Murray A LOVE STORY we kissed in the dark hallwaysof the Canarsie projectsbacks pressedagainst the concrete walllips sealedwith the grout of lustyour tongue swirling under mineyour ardent fingers curlinglike a sculptoraround...
LEARN BEFORE TEACHING by Edward Lee
LEARN BEFORE TEACHINGby Edward Lee
TO BE THE OCEAN, TO BE THE MAN
In the oceanI become a wavecrashing onto the shore,pulling sand and stonesback with me,into me.
I crash againand again,until I own all the stonesand...