I TOOK IT AS A SIGN TO START SINGING by Richard Grove
I Took it as a Sign to Start Singing
Inspired by Rumi Translated by Coleman Barks
Last night the full moon floated
in the stillness of my cool,
lake-view horizon.
I took it as a sign to start...
EARTH by Aracelly P. Campo
Earth
It is earth with its majestic dimensions that
Confronts all its creatures with the cruel indifference of
Forgetfulness and the coldness that sleeps in the abyss
Of death
Aracelly P. Campo, a.ka “Bones” grew up in Miami Florida....
DEAR CUSTOMER by Idalis Wood
Dear Customer,
I apologize for not being what you want.
I’m sorry I couldn’t be the man you wanted.
It’s not my fault I wasn’t born with a
certain appendage between my legs.
Maybe if I was, my requests...
WINDOWSILL by Geri Gale
Windowsill
I place my boss’s head
on the windowsill
cinematic light shines
on his temples.
I have removed his tongue.
My boss no longer stands
before me no longer lords
over me no longer determines
my future no longer demeans
me no longer lies...
CLOCKWORK by Anannya Uberoi
Clockwork
The clockwork's clunking cycles—
routine chirrups working with
our own, mechanical metronome
dictating our waking and falling
and drifting in staccato synchrony.
The clockwork's scissors shard
furibund flowers by the hour,
comb the seasons, change their warmth,
pendulum the...
BREEZE by Alan Berger
BREEZE
There is a soft breeze coming from a place I use to be
A sweet gust between the two of us
A truce of sorts if you want to call it that
A sort of cease fire...
OVERFLOW by Adam Day
OVERFLOW
Judges – spit
no polish; wigs
out of order –
clouds hanging
like wool
on barbed wire.
History rush
loosens jaws
white system
reality rewritten
in cities that are
also history.
Adam Day is the author of Left-Handed Wolf...
TEN THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU AND OTHER LIES I TELL MYSELF by Erin...
Ten Things I Hate About You And Other Lies I Tell Myself
One. You never say thank you or please, and
You hate everything that’s breathing.
I discovered it since day One, of course, and
soon...
WHY by Dave Clark
Why
Why.
Who is better off at their final breath?
I cry out.
Why?
I get no answer.
There has to be an answer for this.
Surely some reason,
Some purpose.
But what answer
Would leave me feeling okay
About their demise?
What answer would satisfy?
Why.
I’m...
ANGEL OF BRIDGEPORT by Linda Barrett
Angel of Bridgeport
The County called me up
For Jury Duty
I had to report on the 27th
To make sure I got there
By 8:15 A.M.
I took a drive up there
Mother in tow.
The Map Quest’s directions
Confused me
Driving is...