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...
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...
THE CIRCLE by Marc Carver
THE CIRCLEby Marc Carver
AMBIVALENCE
The man stands at the barhe tries to talk to everyone who comes to the barbut most ignore himI don't know how long he has been therebut I am guessing a...
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...
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...
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.
Winter
Gregorian chant, burning wood,the midnight blue riverfrozen thick and bittersweet,congealed near...
BOARDER by Daisy Bassen
BOARDERby Daisy G. Bassen
The egg is balanced on the rim of the glass bowl.It fills the space my palm is meant to hold.The energy that will become the crackingLimns the shell. The moment cracksWith...
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...
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...
REFUSALS by Jeanette L. Miller
REFUSALS
by Jeanette L. Miller
REFUSALS (after watching Jean Cocteau’s “Orphee”)Death calls him from the mirrorbut men can’t reach her alive.The mirror remains only mirroruntil Orpheus puts on his gloves.
Hands first, he passes through the glass,becoming Death’s...