Poetry

ASK A CHILD, ASK A BUTTERFLYby Megha Sood Like an open scarred river This cystic undulating pain speaks for itselfborn out of the muted death, it has its own semanticsa lexicon of angst and fear,it molds...

THE DOORSby Kevin Cahill      The Doors                                                                                       Amid a bust-up of bell-bottoms and police-dogsand a flashing skink undoing himself in view,                    the song starts. Keeps in the hand for a minute,                                 composing itself, wiggling, disbanding into beer.This is...

COME TO ME AND LET ME HOLD YOUby Olivia Du Pont    Come to me and let me hold youIn the dead of night where voices are hushedBreathe life into the night,For you are alive, you...

DRIPby Roger Singer   DRIP  A passive silver moondripped its lightthrough lace curtainsinto my room the faucetin the bathroomdrippedwith preciseregularity both dripping worldsinvoking theirpresence on me there is no wisdomgainedbeing in the middle listening and watchingto the drip, dripfrom my shelterof...

THE UNFOLDING OF A DESTINYby Chic Scaparo   A Morning in December I woke from a dreamher face, etherealthe expression, serious, yet peacefulnot the face of a strangerbut of one I'd known once beforeher name whispered...

POSITIVEby Emily Brummett     A heavy waft of Sunday breakfastawakens meearlier than a routine Sunday hangoverEach smell circles my stomachand lumps slide up and down my throat,and a headache forms.Medical School.My reputation.Everything-Gone.After one drunken night.I...

NIGHT HYMNby R. Nikolas Macioci   NIGHT HYMNA prostitute saunters back and forthunder a streetlight, takes permissionfrom the night to be there.  She poses,walks a few steps, poses again.  Sheis a beginner, barely able to smoothout...

PROPERTYby Monty Jones Property How hard it iswhen you start to think about itto get everything together. Even a “bare” stagewill have its slant,its curtain, a shadow on the wall.Someone will come on with a pipeor a...

DOMINIONby John Casey deference for despair still sodden frigid mornmuddled ubiquitous shadowsscattered, brittle leaves at footfallraven sky black thoughts dark path restlessly listless lost soulin a funereal slate suittrudging towardthe same tired aimless trainpreordained purposeless routinesecond verse...

PICTURE NEGATIVEby Gabrielle Amarosa   Stars’ Crossed LoveI see her across an inky sky,Pure light,Brighter than any other.She is part of the great bear—Like a bear herself,The strongest and most fiercely beautiful.We all orient ourselves by...