THE INCESSANT PRAYER by Olga Kawecka
THE INCESSANT PRAYERby Olga Kawecka All will be just for the better.Do not listen to the world,Whose speech is but a clatterFrom the hollows of Naught.2017 How the Gothic world laughs by its joking...
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AT HALF-PAST TEN by Souzi Gharib
AT HALF-PAST TENBy Souzi Gharib
J.F.K.
In Massachusetts, Brookline, an ailing childWas born to an ancient Irish clan,A lineage of kings, heroes and bards.
SUNWASHED AND WASTED by John Sweet
SUNWASHED AND WASTEDBy John Sweet
a beautiful failure
like dogs runningthrough frozen fields
like february sunlight ondirty ice
blue skies...
DEAR HERON by Danielle Hanson
DEAR HERONBy Danielle Hanson
Dear Heron
You have grown tired of my presence.I am a ghost haunting the wrong house.You are the knowing inhabitant of my...
ANOTHER HOME POEM by Daniel Ruefman
ANOTHER HOME POEMBy Daniel Ruefman Another Home PoemAre homes places to which we clinglonger than we should,as if we are paint chips flakingfrom the doorjambs,or foam insulation bleedingthrough the seams of splintered siding.Or...
A DUAL PERSPECTIVE by Patrick Erickson
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AS MEN by Talon Florig
AS MENBy Talon Florig
As MenAs men we are taught that a woman’s walls are to be conquered, their gates to be crashed. We learn that only in the...
SUNRISE KID by Ross Jackson
SUNRISE KIDBy Ross Jackson
Sunrise kid
his line of sight between smooth creamvee of sugar gum’s double trunkwhiskers sprout radii of goldfrom puckered areola of sunpulls...
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STRANGERS ON A TRAIN by James K. Zimmerman
STRANGERS ON A TRAINBy James K. Zimmerman
Midflight
that old manbecause he can'tget his bag downfrom the overhead bin
because he can'tunzip it...
AND THE WIND by Kevin Gillam
AND THE WINDBy Kevin Gillam
and the wind
the wind blew through us. we were small thatday, there and not. sea was scuffed, frothed, whipped,
