Poetry

AS MENBy Talon Florig As MenAs men we are taught that a woman’s walls are to be conquered, their gates to be crashed. We learn that only in the thrill of the hunt will we...

LOVEby Katharine Studer Love Before the word is spokenA man might walk on handsDangling mid-air without a net or wire,Concentrating to keep the weightof his legs extended straight in the center,Nudging his fingers to gain an...

BRAND OF BROKENby Madison Smith brand of broken They will tell you it’s nature, not nurture. The disorders and the diseases. Because the list of                          Bad Things That Need Fixed grows (and they know you’re sensitive about it).Generational,...

Desire #31(a meditation on a condition) The crazy lady tries to get intimate with meevery Wednesday & Friday. I say,“Listen, lady, you should ask before going through someone’s bag—& hey that’s my fucking magazine!”She leaves,...

Ars moriendi It’s true, she died peacefully, in her home.This is all she wanted; all we asked for(after asking for a great number of things,each denied in turn, by doctors, her bodyand all we can’t...

NAILSby Jennifer L. Collins  NailsYou used to paint your nails,fluttering them in the airaround us as if they were mosquitosto dart and stingtheir color along clothingor my cheek,threatening feminine touchwhile drying on makeshift wind.I’d be...

SLEEPY WHALEby Terry BrinkmanSonnet CCLXVIIBristles shining wirily in weak lightLady Chapel Jack Priest PeacockMotley affairs of a moss covered rolling rockLast swig of the Challis at twilightLoom of the Moon-lightPat of her destruction FlintlockThe...

TODAY by Stella Prince TODAY You and I we live by day,At night you tend to fly away,Leaving me to live for tomorrow. I want more than you can give,But you say live and let live.Leaving me with...