AMERICAN IN BRAZIL by David Lee Garrison
AMERICAN IN BRAZILby David Lee Garrison
Last Look, Lisbon, 1965
The troopship was leaving Lisbonfor the war in Angola,its deck covered with soldiersgazing back. Heavy sun fellon their shoulders, and their shadowsdarkened the armored steelthat knifed...
MAKING LOVE by George Payne
MAKING LOVEby George Payne
Making Love
the way astarving coyoteneeds the Mooncrimson &skeletalyour handswere needed
Simplehands
risingon thechest
your jeanskicked offthe bed
you wereneeded
chrome ionplated
stainless witha leather strap
at the edgeof the pillow
stuck betweenthe hours
in theamber of now
a vaporoussweet oliveblack night
My...
AS CINZAS DO SOL by Roseangelina Batista
AS CINZAS DO SOLby Roseangelina Batista As Cinzas do SolCegam o céu;Secam o sal de Pernem.Dão bocadinhos à luaDe açafrão e cal.Cai, cai pó-ente, Põe cinzas d’ouroNos tetracantos da mente.Cinzas da ÍndiaSerpenteiam em minhas águas:Brindes de taças...
EPHRAM PRATT REMEMBERS TWISTING & TURNING by Jack E Lorts
EPHRAM PRATT REMEMBERS TWISTING & TURNINGby Jack E Lorts
Ephram Pratt Speaks of Whispering
Quiet the noiseof the carburetor,
or is it a carbunclehe asked,
in muted silence,of a passing
stranger,one with shaggy locks,
looking as ifhis eyes emerged
from an...
LIN by John Sweet
LINby John Sweet
the captain, the sinking ship
and we will do something orbetter yetwe will do nothingand the lawns will all be green
the doors will be kicked inand the children draggedout into the streets
the votes...
SOUTHERN RAINS by Fabrice Poussin
Gnawing at the Flesh
Teeth gnaw at the flesh belowhungry to erase what was once sweet.
There is a throbbing beatingat the rhythm of a dying heart.
It feeds to grow like a playing ballmade of rebar...
WITH A GUITAR by Mark J. Mitchell
WITH A GUITARby Mark J. Mitchell
A SURBURBAN SEER’S MORNING DREAM
Her morning dreams sprouted flowers with namesinscribed on each petal. They bloom. No fruitemerges, but people die. Their small gamesend sharply. A hasty burglar slips....
IMMORTALITY by Manuel Madera
IMMORTALITYby Manuel Madera
ImmortalityConfessions last— The snow plummets to The nameless ground we Have crossed and hopped Along the sidewalk of evermore We stroll and skate I did not know I did not Whether true...
PULL OVER by Peter Mladinic
PULL OVERby Peter Mladinic
Pull Over
Pull over in daylight.Take the exit ramp.Pull over. I need to tell you something.Pull into the rest area, please.
By the time you get backinto parkway traffic,life as you’ve known itwill...
THE SHALLOW by Ambrose Gibbs
THE SHALLOWby Ambrose Gibbs
The shallow earth to live for what life is worth, for the birth of a child in this wild society full of poverty to be shallow on the roads of anxiety...