SUNDAY SCHOOL CHILDREN – A poem by Claire Emery
SUNDAY SCHOOL CHILDRENBy Claire Emery
Your Sunday best never fit you rightYou preferred your tar to come from cigarettesInstead of inside the plays of a leather-bound book of judgementYou...
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APRIL CHILDREN by Kevin Keane
APRIL CHILDREN
by Kevin Keane
Unsuccessful Death
The crossbow above her fireplaceWas to me a precious symbol of her glowing in disguiseHer persistent...
IF ONLY by Brian C. Felder
IF ONLYby Brian C. Felder Call Us A Work In ProgressLife, with all its moving parts,is a profoundly complicated business ~a ‘process’, as people are fond of saying ~most often experienced in a...
GREEN MEDITATION, Poems by Changming Yuan
GREEN MEDITATIONBy Changming Yuan ThicketStanding straight against the frozen skyYour skeletons are the exquisite calligraphyOf the seasonYour name is writNot in waterBut with wind VentifactingA fact of fictionA fiction of factCarved with the invisibleChisels...
AS MEN by Talon Florig
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...
I ALMOST KNEW THIS by Frederick Pollack
I ALMOST KNEW THISby Frederick Pollack I Almost Knew This 1Love is a pleasant, working seaside town.Strangely, its major industriesare neither tourism nor fishing;it lives on gentrificationper se. There’s a small dock.Most of the...
BORROW by Mike Li
BORROWby Mike Yunxuan Li
BorrowMike is not my name,I told you.I borrowed it from Bibleto roam the land of Uncle Sam.It’s my tuxedo and pasta,a manbehind which the I...
SONG CHANGES by Emily Brummett
SONG CHANGESby Emily Brummett They would go to the barevery week after work,to “Karaoke Thursday”.Together.After graduating,she moved in with him:each drowning in eight yearsof student loans,ready to start their lives.She knew he started...
THE TOWER by Daniel King
Aphelion Cadences
Opal light from AtlasLensed on cyan dawn shoalsBurns but forms an echoCascades wild in my soul.
Here I stand in wonderHere I stand with...
THE PROPAGATION By Mark Young
THE PROPAGATIONBy Mark Young
The Mackerel
Fish school whenthe moon is out. Be-fore. Separate. Atvarious levels withdisparate meanings.States of grace. Wait-ing for the cast of lightacross the...