THE NEXT TIMES by Margarita Serafimova
THE NEXT TIMESby Margarita Serafimova
The next times were surrounding me,and everything in their evening lightwas quivering with unconscious potential.
I was yearning for you, for an answer from youwhen I raised my gaze to the...
PICTURE NEGATIVE by Gabrielle Amarosa
PICTURE NEGATIVEby Gabrielle Amarosa Stars’ Crossed LoveI see her across an inky sky,Pure light,Brighter than any other.She is part of the great bear—Like a bear herself,The strongest and most fiercely beautiful.We all orient ourselves by...
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...
HANDS by Milton Ehrlich
HANDS
Can pluck a Stradivarius,
sculpt a David out of marble,
pleasure oneself, or a loving partner,
scratch an itch, pick your nose, wipe your ass,
write a play, applaud and give a standing ovation,
tie a shoelace or...
CITY DEER by Darren Demaree
CITY DEERBy Darren Demaree CITY DEER #13there is play in emerging from the trees to consume to raise your head to bat your ears against the quiet that will always raise a head to meet...
POEMS by Patrick Hurley
POEMSBy Patrick Hurley ***there is no port of entrywhat atlas charts thesesaturnine territories?ingress is a dangerous fictionradioactive particlesare ubiquitoustoxic energies fix our hopesbut only choice computes ***these voices are not frenchand this is no paradisetry for...
SUNSHOWER by Zebulon Huset
Killing it, Cooking It
Friday night the second month of high school—but we weren't thinking about school.It stole hours that we used to spend skating.All summer, every day, all day we were rolling.Curfew didn't lift...
SHE IS A WOMAN by James Evan Gates
SHE IS A WOMANby James Evan Gates
ImpermanenceStop what you are doing and take a nap.Your bed is calling. The rain is falling.Our long and arduous expedition has come to an end.Be at peace with...
THE RUNNER by Alessio Zanelli
The Runner
On feet of dreams the runner’s headed to land’s end.She knows the horizon keeps receding while she’s running,but she runs as though it didn’t.A finish line is not her aim.Along the pathway time’s...
EMPEROR’S CONCERTO by Richard Weaver
Emperor’s Concerto, Ocean Springs MS, 1943
My blackened windows are part of the coastalwar defense, or so I’ve been told. Even so,this is no room for sleep. Beethoven’s violins race
through the open door of night...