A DUAL PERSPECTIVE by Patrick Erickson

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A DUAL PERSPECTIVEBy Patrick Erickson   A DUAL PERSPECTIVEDoes the edge of gloryreally work?Are you skittish?Are you skirtingthe edgewalking the walktoeing the line?Does it glowlike the glowwormlike its doubleits wormholeits twinlike those lighting stripsthat direct youdown...

AS MEN by Talon Florig

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AS MENBy Talon Florig As MenAs men we are taught that a woman’s walls are to be conquered, their gates to be crashed. We learn that only in the thrill of the hunt will we...

SUNRISE KID by Ross Jackson

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SUNRISE KIDBy Ross Jackson Sunrise kid his line of sight between smooth creamvee of sugar gum’s double trunkwhiskers sprout radii of goldfrom puckered areola of sunpulls on his pistol, fires one outa messy shot which dries...

STRANGERS ON A TRAIN by James K. Zimmerman

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STRANGERS ON A TRAINBy James K. Zimmerman Midflight that old manbecause he can'tget his bag downfrom the overhead bin because he can'tunzip it with bulgingknuckles and neuropathicfingers because he can'tfind the whateverhe was looking forin it with eyesthat...

AND THE WIND by Kevin Gillam

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AND THE WINDBy Kevin Gillam and the wind the wind blew through us. we were small thatday, there and not. sea was scuffed, frothed, whipped, smear of land far out where blue skirts blue.wind blew through us....

MY PANTRY by Rikki Santer

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MY PANTRYBy Rikki Santer My Pantry Crowded with shelves it knows how to shelvecanisters of worry that pretend to be hermetic and brave. Good at orderly conductbut bad at assortment and prayer. When you gingerly open its louver...

LUST by Stephanie Daich

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LUSTBy Stephanie Daich Where’s Daddy “Where’s daddy,” his daughter cries through the night.“Where’s daddy,” his precious cries at first light.He had been there so often to tuck her inAnd always there with his morning grin. Her face...

OPEN UP by Roger Singer

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OPEN UPBy Roger Singer OPEN UP  There was an unwillingnessof movement.A stretch like tree topsin a tempest.A few indistinguishable wordsslipped clumsily into the air.The visions were intangible;the onesyou think you touch butfail to feel.It was a...

NAVEL by Edward Lee

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NAVELBy Edward Lee MOURNING The trees outside my windoware weeping leaves,not in sympathyto the pain in my heartat your sharp sudden absence,but simply becauseautumn has fallen. NAVEL Every time,without fail,before they make love,she picks fluff from his navel;there...

A SONNET TO MY HUSBAND by Cassidy Manley

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A SONNET TO MY HUSBANDBy Cassidy Manley  A Cancer Poem He died on a September dayBut you could sayHe died all yearOr forty sixIt rises from his skin like mistAnd dew-like, settles onThe couchWe threw awayBut...