DEAR HERON by Danielle Hanson
DEAR HERONBy Danielle Hanson
Dear Heron
You have grown tired of my presence.I am a ghost haunting the wrong house.You are the knowing inhabitant of my ineffectiveness.I am what happens in the hour when clocks fall...
ANOTHER HOME POEM by Daniel Ruefman
ANOTHER HOME POEMBy Daniel Ruefman Another Home PoemAre homes places to which we clinglonger than we should,as if we are paint chips flakingfrom the doorjambs,or foam insulation bleedingthrough the seams of splintered siding.Or are they...
A DUAL PERSPECTIVE by Patrick Erickson
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
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
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
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...