BALD EAGLE – By Jean Berrett
BALD EAGLEBy Jean Berrett
BALD EAGLE
Yesterday driving home from Patuxent Wildlife Center,I thought I saw the eagle. I pulled over off the roadand leaned out lookingthrough binoculars.
Very high up against the clouds,There was a large bird,...
RISEN – By John L. Stanizzi
RISENBy John L. Stanizzi
RisenBe on such simple, cordial terms with those under you that when you are all together,it would be impossible to say which is the superior.-St. Vincent de Paul
Each log is consumes...
MORAL ORAL – By Zach Trebino
MORAL ORALBy Zach Trebino
death’s mouth
one morning, we wake in a coiled embrace, dead.i don’t know how i even know this. after years inthat now-rotten mattress, our vertebrae have fusedand risen in a skeletal trunk....
PALAVRAS – By Pierre Sotér
PALAVRASBy Pierre Sotér
Palavrasto the memory of António Aleixo
P’ras palavras serem fundas,e da vida também parte,não precisam ser fecundas,nem sequer de muita arte.Há palavras vagabundas,e outras que são estandarte,há palavras tão rotundas,de paixão, amor que...
R + N 4EVER – By Elliot Greiner
R+N 4EVERBy Elliot Greiner
R + N 4ever
Their initials are scoopedinto the curb of thegrocery’s parking lot,the remains of a promisecollecting age,the glances of passerby.
I imagine theauthors crouchingthere, fat-fingeringinto concrete theirreceipt from havingloved,
not thinking ofthe...
FACES OF LOVE – By Faleeha Hassan
FACES OF LOVEBy Faleeha Hassan
Faces of love Do not carry me in your handLike a small bird wet with rain dropsLove is a traumatic experienceBut I want to live itTo keep my windows overlooking the...
LIKE WIND – By Ed Hack
LIKE WINDBy Ed Hack
Weather In America
The lightning didn't stop. An hour or moreit lit the reddish sky at 3amas rain slashed down in waves, terrific pourthat drenched the screens, as if it couldn't end,and...
CONTUSIONS – By Gary Beck
CONTUSIONSBy Gary Beck
Hidden Treasure
We move through city streetsintent on arrivalat destinations,immune to the beautyaround us;elegant willow,sweet Finch song,the fall of lighton an old building,the paths of pleasurethat reduce the angstof the city dweller,focus narrowingon...
TO MY MOTHER’S FRIEND – By Leilani Ahia
TO MY MOTHER'S FRIENDBy Leilani Ahia
To My Mother's Friend
Let me tell you of the walkyou missed this eveningbecause you did not care for wetand coldand the land's natural state.I ventured intoSomethingthat was not salty...
TIMES – By Anwer Ghani
LITERARY CONTESTSFICTIONNONFICTIONPOETRYHAPPENINGSBOOK REVIEWSINTERVIEWSNEW TITLESART & PHOTOGRAPHYADELAIDE Independent Quarterly Literary Magazine / Revista Literária Independente Trimestral, New York / Lisboa, Online Edition TIMESBy Anwer Ghani The SunsetMy hand is so hot like the soul of the sunset. It...