Poetry

ARTISANby Anthony Lawrence    Leonard CohenAt a Jewish food stall, considering knaidlach, shakshuka and falafel, Leonard Cohen took my order. His apron was dusted with fingerprints. His name badge flashed in the sun as he moved...

MISSING MESSAGESby David Ryan Palmer The White Letters Dearest son,I hope this letter finds you well. I have not seen your address since the accident, but my friends here have interesting ways of knowing things.  I was not sure I...

SUNRISEby George Korolog  Smelling as a Position Now there is just the hard cement under your feet,a foot path where birds might surprise youwith a suggestion to inhale deeply and spindle downward, featherlike, off the road, rolling into the...

A STUDIO DISTURBANCEby John Grey UNCLE RAY’S MEMORIES OF VIETNAM In one battlehe saw a soldierripped to piecesby barbed wire and shell,and the guy pleaded with Uncle Rayto put him out of his misery. And he was...

BEYOND THE HEAVENSby Edward V. Bonner    Radiant FlamesThe shifting currents shoulder the cerebral coast, sending sediment through your brain.Instinctively the mind wakes more quickly to agony,than a star-shaped heart radiant with flames.Brushing silicafrom your fingers...Scars of persuasionlike a violent storm.The...

LUNCH WITH JESUSby Belinda Subraman    Lunch With JesusWe held hands around the tableat Applebee’s and prayed before eating.Fox Network was there and low self-esteem.“The white cops were right,” they chanted.“More people need beating,We need more...

DAMN THIS DAYby Andrew Spence  Tin Foil From Fukushima No RainNot often // Government Conspiracy Theory #1 the Tin Foil is madein Fukushima nowThe Believers are contaminatedrain could wash it awaythey knowthey sent their weather changers,those weird...

MUSIC BEHIND THE MELODYby Jean-Mark Sens  Music behind the melody Leave the melody behind to hear the musiccoming out of the sound, notes pluckedrun quick over the sidewalk, shoes tapping and stiletto crescendo,a rumbling of trains, pianograffity—MingusA...

REDTOP, MO.by Robert Eastwood   Concord Airport, CA.          She sits, restored, on tarmac,blunt-nose-twin-barrels erect––a squat, ponderous bird in California sun. Old men, the stooped gray,waver into line, peer up into her bay.Aboard, they balance & crouch.They mull dark...

TONIGHTby John Horvath    TONIGHT I am yours ‘til earth crumblestoo soon, too soon it crumblesdogs howling along the streetsbitches marking their discontenttoo soon it crumbles, too soonbe mine ‘til moonfall and daybreak  WORRY ABOUT A LOVER WHO...