BETWEEN THE SEASONS by W. Jude Aher
BETWEEN THE SEASONSby W. Jude Aher
between the seasons
ice carved as lightdreamsshadows castingall the lost imagesbelievingbeyond the taste ofblood illusionsongs conceivingsky frozen blueclear mindsoul yearningto seebetween the seasonsto touch reasoncrosses fallwhereskin truth whisperslove cracks the...
SHOULDER TO STONE by Tim Rodriguez
SHOULDER TO STONEby Timothy Rodriguez Double-thinkersopen the windowto flee this worthless limbowhich goes wantingeven though Understandingof right or wrongactually stood its groundwhile all around satamong mumbles on stepsand stoops in hopesof being cast as an...
BIG HEADED ANNA by Stephanie E. Dickinson
big headed annaBy Stephanie E. Dickinson
New Orleans, Louisiana. 1913. Yearning.
Big-Headed Anna Imagines Herself asa Strange, Beautiful Name
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1913. If I cut my eyelashes there would be no feeling. I would have to move my ear...
A PLACE WITHOUT JARS by Graham McLennan
A PLACE WITHOUT THE JARSby Graham McLennan
UNTITLED XVI
Amenability unboundby dying oaks holdinga city built uponthe wrist bones of youthaware of their timelytrial of agingdeterioration of cartilagedulling of fingertipsarthritic dew scalingwindow sills holdingback the preening...
FREEDOM by Razmik Grigoryan, translated by Maro Ghukasyan
FREEDOM
by Razmik Grigoryan, translated by Maro Ghukasyan
When I understood that the start of triumph is made on defeat,I let you goon the last day ofmy lost days.The morning hadn't woken up yet,and the Sun was...
THE WAR’S SON by Anwer Ghani
THE WAR'S SONby Anwer Ghani
The War ’s Son
The soldiers have returned but the capitals of my chants are still whizzing like a slim mosquito engulfing the noisy and the questions. Their joints groan like ice...
SOMETHING BLUE by Heather Lee Rogers
SOMETHING BLUEby Heather Lee Rogers Nuclear Fission You see our lovewas just good chemistrythose first date cocktails ofraw pheromonesand evolutionary drive,despite your egowe are not divinejust well-dressed test tubesmixing atomsand hot moleculesso when our unit splitthat...
ESPERANZA by Manuel Madera
ESPERANZAby Manuel Madera
A Follower OF Desolation
There is not muchI do when I thinkOf the birchesResting in the woods.
Once in a whileThe breeze whistlesAt the breaking dawn,Whilst I am silent.
I think very littleOf the colliding...
BLUES BUSKER by John Sweeder
BLUES BUSKERby John Sweeder
Blues Busker
The young mancradles his harmonicawith cupped handscaressing it with his soul,coaxing emotionfrom its compact formas poets do with pens.
Tunes jazz fromhis mouth harpthrough long fingerswith knobby knuckles,wafting tabasco tunesas spicy...
THERE WAS TIME by Dean Baltesson
THERE WAS TIMEBy Dean Baltesson
There Was Time
There was a timewhen time was in store for uswe discovered a summerand we wanted lovewanted so much for love and time to arrive.
But then we heardthere never...