ANOTHER MORNING by John Drudge
My Streets
HobbledBy a narrowStoic universeOwing nothingTo anyoneAloneOn the cobbled stonesWith an airy desperationFirm in my pocketAnd hiddenFrom everythingWorth hiding fromFrom anythingUnseenBelow the waterlineAlong the swiftSwollen riverWith the dark currentsOf old tormentsAnd the windswept spacesBeneath...
ON BEING ALONE by Katherine Ault
Voicemail
Listening is not hearing.Like a wind that is slowly nearingthat never hits your face.What I want is for my words to meet your embrace.Not to be fixed or figured out.I want to be seen...
ABSENT by Aracelly Campo
The Institution
by Aracelly P. Campo
Love-the grand illusionTheatrical spectacle presented to us on an empty stageTransaction driven unions that dictate the roles we are to playWe follow conventions of our own inventionsWe surrender our willAnd...
A DEER WEEPS UNDER A FULL MOON by Kate-Yeonjae Jeong
“There are people who see a beautiful flower and rush over to pick it. They want to hold it in their hands, they want to own it. They want the flower’s beauty to be...
DALI by A.B. Emrys
DALI SET
Self-Portrait 1921, Salvador Dalí
out of cross-hatchshadow from underthat battered hat brimcast your cool eyeon everything more weightythan my usual fluxsmoke one last pipefor the old meistersbefore you melt the past
Flaming June, Museo de...