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...
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...
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...
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...
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.
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...
JOSIE by Sahina Jerome
JOSIEby Sahina Jerome
JosieThe days, months leading up to her death anniversaryis like being punchedin the lungs.You're gasping for breath.You're grasping for something that will ever beunreachable.The day of...
EXPLORER by Fabrice Poussin
EXPLORERby Fabrice Poussin
Explorer
A soul floats gently below the thin surfaceof pearly satin to find its way through a networkof highways to life animated with...
SUPER-8 by Timothy B. Muren
SUPER-8by Timothy B. Muren Super-8Your grave, Phil Silver, should be here,Philip’s Fill-Up—Gas and Gro. Hilarious, bro.filled up with bones like a new Christian, like a new Big-Wheel coasting to dirt, downsteep on plastic, breaking...
WINTER by Craig Kennedy
WINTERby Craig Kennedy
Night music
The gold streetlamp sheds itsbrilliant hysteriapushing sour sunshine to inifinitedistancesuncharted by the small men in the streetunappreciated by the grapefruit moon.