SOLACE by Mark Burke
SOLACE
Two appear out of the early morning fogcoming up from the beach under the pier,a night spent curled against the cold.Gone down into the forest of wharf-pylons,they laid on the sand with their blanket,guessed...
SYNTHETIC PLANES OF HOPE by Jennifer Silvey
Simultaneous PerceptionPixels in 24 bitI stand by the ocean shore,and I went screaming in black and whitewhile glitches danced on my skin.JPEG animations flooding out my kneesthe fluttering of those chatsthose 1997 Internet aestheticslinger...
MENACING HEAVEN by Mark J. Mitchell
MENACING HEAVEN
The sky has swallowed time’s poison. The sky
is pressing on empty, mis-colored streets
In this city, one—just one—baby cries
...
STORM CINEMATOGRAPHY by Emalise Rose
while we’re away
lights on the bayflicker twice, then recedeto the crawl space of Summerwinds resonatingthe deep chilled wisconsin
And winter will whipwhile we’re away
yet waves rarely sleepopting instead to replenishthe sea and her sandswith the...
TIME by Megan Harrison
“time”The hands of the clock move too quicklyAs everything continues to change.Changing from the ideas of simpler timesAnd the constant dream to grow upGrow oldAnd do all that one couldn’t before.As my hair grows...
SUNDAY by Ashley Tippit
Science Class
Mud deluging between mytoes, up my legs, splatteringinto my hair, liftednot an inch above murky
water, tangled with cordgrass,reaching alongside my invasivelimbs, all of me excavatingthis Dauphin Island playground
for annelid worms, marshperiwinkles, or even...
SONNET by Pawel Markiewicz
Sonnet about the fallen moon and morning star
Heavenly sailorling spy out the wan light-sheen of star.
Baffling unearthly time: weird having just thieved by elves.
One of pale mornings longs for some meek fulfillment of night.
Moony...
THAT LEAP by Charlie Madden
That Leap
Munching away in the sun,what could be more pleasant?Fellow Roos scattered as far as the eye can see -My lovely Mary there, mother of 2 and one in the pouch,seems quietly content…
SHOUT !...
NEW TIME by Wendell Hawken
Aretha in her Golden Casket Hawken
The angled photograph revealsthe crown of her head, face obscured,
ruffled red bodice, smooth red silk skirt,shapely café-au-lait calves and ankles
tapered into five-inch (at least) stiletto heels.red, of course, and...
STINGER by Vyara Kozareva
STINGERThe autumn encroaches my delineationRadiantMightyRenaissance-styledIn its zibellino accessoryMuddles my reposePigments my memoryJams snouts and tailsAt the bottom of dusty brush washersBrutality demyelinates my axonsI am groping for the pointI’d lost myselfIn the smother of...