REDGATE by Robert Wood
REDGATEby Robert Wood
REDGATE
Where carrots and cabbagesand ships hauled over sand and sound
where they remarked thatthe colour was always green, somehow, andthe mushrooms were never found
where the twilight was molassesbecause we lost our matches,
that was...
BLUE GRASS By Gabriella Garofalo
BLUE GRASSBy Gabriella Garofalo
God, why have you got so many souls? In the deepest blue of your existence No, you think and shout, no – Even stones fear beasts and kids Trees stifle branches A red lamp measures time...
WRITING FOR STRANGERS – By Olaf Dammann
WRITING FOR STRANGERSBy Olaf Dammann
1where do storks comefrom? if nothing else,tender enchantrix, whereis your self, yourbones are wrapped insilver linings, thatevery cloud musthave, like ends oftunnels musthave light2strangers, idealcompanions ontrips to the uncertainif the...
RESILIENCE by Andrew Hubbard
RESILIENCEBy Andrew Hubbard
My first name is MarybethMy last name changes about once a decade.
I bought this little log cabinWith a stone-fenced vegetable patchFor a backyard, and startedReading gardening books,Started getting my hands dirtyWith some...
HONEY JARS II by Allie Rigby
HONEY JARS IIby Allie Rigby
Bones
Where I am from, women have brokenfingernails that dig in the dirtlike badgers, looking for bones. Bonesmean yes, a lovely spot for pansies.Plant two there. We scrub our handsbefore dinner....
COFFEE AND BEANS by John Dorroh
“Daydreams, Day-drinking, and Dingoes”
1.The red dirt in Australia looks like clown lipstick.The tour guide places his cap upside down on the stepsfrom the belly of the inside of the misplaced shark of a bus.I...
WINTER by Craig Kennedy
WINTERby Craig Kennedy
Night music
The gold streetlamp sheds itsbrilliant hysteriapushing sour sunshine to inifinitedistancesuncharted by the small men in the streetunappreciated by the grapefruit moon.
Winter
Gregorian chant, burning wood,the midnight blue riverfrozen thick and bittersweet,congealed near...
EMPRESS by Chani Zwibel
EMPRESS
by Chani Zwibel
EMPRESSPlease send good newsand graceful configurations of repose.I want to recline on this silver maple settee and read this gilt-edged tome in peace.I keep dreaming of stone circles. I can’t keep count of all...
SEARCHING by Brionna Nijah
SEARCHING
by Brionna Nijah
Can I Be Honest And Tell YouThat I Am Broken?Not Beyond RepairBut The Cracks Run So DeepYou’ll Think I Was An Addict For PainI Ain't Got The Tools To Fix MeI...
REFUSALS by Jeanette L. Miller
REFUSALS
by Jeanette L. Miller
REFUSALS (after watching Jean Cocteau’s “Orphee”)Death calls him from the mirrorbut men can’t reach her alive.The mirror remains only mirroruntil Orpheus puts on his gloves.
Hands first, he passes through the glass,becoming Death’s...