SALT by Robert McCloy
SALTby Robert McCloy
Old St. David’s (Cheraw, SC)
August pines and majestic magnoliasStand testament to centuriesOf weddings, Sundays, funerals;Gentle, torrid windAdorns the forlorn, silent yard.
What storiesOf passion, hope, faith,Impotence, despair, bewildermentAre sealed in the rootsOf the...
ALONE IN THE HOUSE ON A WINTER AFTERNOON by Russell Dupont
POEMS BY RUSSELL DUPONT
ALONE IN THE HOUSE ON A WINTER AFTERNOON
This house is so still I can feel it breathe.Morning has crept away, leaving nothingbut its odors; and the pale extensionof afternoon will soon...
LITTLE THINGS – Poems by Amanda Caroline Whitehurst
LITTLE THINGSPoems by Amanda Caroline Whitehurst
What You’ll Find
Wonder will be scratched up under your fingernailsand you won’t have time to pick it out.At your apartment window, where at nightyou can see into other windows...
VESPERS UPDATE by Don Thompson
Vespers Update
In this season, the sun setslike an afterthought, its lightalready non-luminous.
The hills mostly murkwith some leftover mauvethat’s gone flat.
But Venus burns a holein the West, intenseand more adamant than ever.**
January 31st
1.The sun through...
LIFE, INTERRUPTED by Roseanne Morales
LIFE, INTERRUPTEDby Roseanne Morales
Life, Interrupted
A growing sensation never there,a dream you woke up from, wonderingdid it even happen, in another life,perhaps another death never recorded?This be is not to be, no questionasked or answered,...
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....
BOARDER by Daisy Bassen
BOARDERby Daisy G. Bassen
The egg is balanced on the rim of the glass bowl.It fills the space my palm is meant to hold.The energy that will become the crackingLimns the shell. The moment cracksWith...
PEN SAND by Luke Skoza
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...
PROLONGING by William Snyder
PROLONGINGBy William Snyder PROLONGINGShe told me towait a little while.I said okay,I’ll wait outside.Ry Cooder, JoniMitchell, somebodyin Chains—they play and play.I slept last nightin the hollow comfortof the downstairs couch.Alone.I asked herto come too,but she...
THE DAY THE MACHINES CAME by John Linstrom
The Day the Machines Came
We said, finally, here is some helpand for cheap. Somewhere someonehad dug the graves of a bygone age
and turned up the muck to racketthe tractor to life. We thirsted,had no...