SEEK A TRUTH THAT HOLDS by Mark Vogel
Topography of the Historical Map
Others napped as the Rocky Mountain Sunday snowdrifted thick while we slow touched, increasinglynaked in the living room, gluing ourselves tight,until together in the spring storm our eyesgrew large living...
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...
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...
LEARNING A SONG by Jyothsna Phanija
Writing on a Tree
Thick plainness as sodaIce like migraineSlowing down thoughtsAs a reliefI findFingers covered in sandalwood paste.Half of it is wiped away with water, tingling,Listening to kajriI think of scrubbing fingers harshness in...
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...
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...