UNDER THE SUN by Robert Funderburk
Wives of Nightfall
We are theWives of nightfallMaidens of the dark
Our lips smooth as oilFeather-soft voicesSpeaking words of lustRobed in garments ofLove
Our prey who returnNight upon nightSeem somehow less humanTheir bodies shrinkingTheir eyes unseeingClouded by...
PRODIGAL DAUGHTER by Don Narkevic
Prodigal Daughter
The girl asked nothing from me,just left, hitching I suppose,my car still in the garage,my wallet untouched.She looks just like her mother,relatives say when they learn.
When I search her room, I find herchildhood...
PERVERSION by Kristal Peace
I Will Miss the Train
My shift starts earlyOn the ward, so I seeAnd hear what mostOf my countrymenOnly learn about second-hand.For instance,
This morning the sunStretched its armsRather timidly. I’ve never seen itBe so shy....
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...
PLANET by Livio Farallo
tenth millennium
i’m sure i was the same
as the
stone; round and ungolfed;
fractured from something much larger
that stumbled down
the
mountain.
there is nothing that
laughs any
harder than
a murder
of crows. i can sit, without
a
fossil etched
any-
where;...
IN THE BEWITCHED AVIARY by Pawel Markiewitz
In the bewitched aviary.
The sonnet according to Mr. Shakespeare
Helots muse about moony Golden Fleece of the condor.
Drudges think of the dreamy eternal dew of the hen.
Philosophers ponder on winged fantasy of the crow.
Kings ruminate...
FOREVER AUGUST by Linda Barrett
Forever August
We hate to see August drain awayLike the grains of goldFleeing from a dying miner’s handFrom an old movie.We want to remember theLush, emerald-green of the vegetationWhich surrounds us.Like a sweet-smelling cocoon.My nose...
I HAVE MISSING PIECES by Nanette Rayman-Rivera
kaleidoscoping a sun-dressed mare
Lest my heart becomes a seagull, soars away—the world is a cold country—lest my heart effervesces in pyrogenic fever, leaving my body unlike a lamb, but a naïve bull running from...
KILNS FANTASTIQUE by T.J. Masluk
KILNS FANTASTIQUE
for J. G. Verne
Neath the kilnsof Coplay,one mile deep,
adrift
through cavernsof twinkling aquamarine.
Rooms untouched,musty cold,
gurgling streams teemedwith finned marmalade,
shrooms golden brownlike altar bread,
opening worldswithin worlds.
T. J. Masluk, poet and writer, has work appearing in...
TRICKSTER by Kiara Letcher
There’s a fly in my champagne coupethe door is locked from the wrong side
Freshly squeezed stars and glitter all over the floorfreshly squeezed heart vessels and vermillion all over the groundI once read that...