EMPTY HOLLOW HEARTS by George Gad Economou
EMPTY HOLLOW HEARTSBy George Gad Economou
Empty, Hollow Hearts
all you've ever neededwas to get out of the rain;silent moments in the storm,stars making grand promisesto empty walls.
from far away a laughter soft,moans from the uninhabited...
THE LION by Lowell Jaeger
THE LIONBy Lowell Jaeger
The Lion
While huffing my way up switchbacksof a treeless rocky trail, I’ve sensedthe presence of something watching.I’ve stopped, held still in the empty terrain,looked up and down and around and saw
nothing. ...
SOMEONE ELSE Jean Berrett
SOMEONE ELSEBy Jean Berrett
SOMEONE ELSE
Words like forever or never are not enough.The tiny animal who left tracks in patches of snowover a quarter mile of rolling pasture and grain fields,who lives, who lived, somewhere...
MAPLE SAP AND SKIN HUNGER by Adrian Slonaker
MAPLE SAP AND SKIN HUNGERBy Adrian Slonaker
Discovery in the Stacks
A tawny art textbook last loanedforty-five years earliersat like a hardcover wallflower inthe vastness of the university library.A tired grunt of graphite trailing into nothingness,the...
ABOUT PATIENCE by Glen Sorestad
ABOUT PATIENCEBy Glen Sorestad
Crow Ruckus
As we near one of the crescent condos, the black racketgrows in intensity. Since it’s Sunday morning, I aminclined to think it a crow-devised invocation, akinto the urgent clamor of...
FIVE CITY POETS FROM A CENTURY AGO by William Ruleman
FIVE CITY POETS FROM A CENTURY AGOTranslated by William Ruleman
THE CITY’S GODBy Georg Heym
He squats on a block of houses, black in mood.The winds have settled, surly, round his brow.He sees, enraged, how in...
THE FORREST by Omar Alexandre
THE FORRESTBy Omar Alexandre
you can look and you can touch
a guy gave me head todayand my next door neighbor saw us
his fingers grippedtightly unto my thighs
i felt the top of his headtouch my stomachit...
BOHEMIAN BANKER by Thomas Locicero
BOHEMIAN BANKERBy Thomas Locicero
Bohemian Bankerfor T.S. Eliot
You boast of virtuosity,yet find yourself in dubious alleysdressed like a banker so as not toplay the part of a poet or of abohemian because you are not...
SUMMER NIGHTS by Jacquelyne Nemeth
SUMMER NIGHTSBy Jacquelyne Nemeth
Alaska
Don't say you love me. You don't love me if you don't know that my favorite smell is when it rains in mid august and you go outside at 4am and...
ORIGAMI AND SWEATERS by Kennie Romero
ORIGAMI AND SWEATERSBy Kennie Romero
Yextla, 1970
Once upon a timeYear 1970, in a Mexicanvillage tucked in the foldsof corn and poppy fields,abuelito threatened a witchfor putting incantations on abuelitawho laid in bed near oblivion’s curtain...