RESILIENCE by Andrew Hubbard
RESILIENCEBy Andrew Hubbard
My first name is MarybethMy last name changes about once a decade.
I bought this little log cabinWith a stone-fenced vegetable patchFor a backyard, and startedReading gardening books,Started getting my hands dirtyWith some...
REEDUCATION CAMP by Michael Anthony Istvan Jr.
REEDUCATION CAMPBy Michael Anthony Istvan Jr.
Reeducation Camp
a necktie around your neck brace
becoming the object of a dare
the executioner’s daily practiceof axe swings, aware that he can becalled upon anytime
the executioner’s daily practice with the...
LOVED LETTER by Thea Tomaini
LOVED LETTERBy Thea Tomaini
Loved Letter
A letter sent from a long-lost loverOpened with much hesitation trepidationUnfolding it in thirds and turning it overReveals the paper to be blank.
It mirrors the look on my face in...
REFLECTIONS ON TIES THAT BIND by Jan Little
REFLECTIONS ON TIES THAT BINDBy Jan Little
If marriage offered a narrow tether like Denmark’s attachment to Europe,I could have conformed that much to a husband’s wantsAnd gladly given all that connected me to him...
HERE FOR THE FOOD by Tim Wenzell
HERE FOR THE FOODBy Tim Wenzell
Shoes (Global Warming Version)
A true woman evacuates with her shoesand makes certain that all of them,wrapped in garbage bags,fill the trunk so thathe will take the back seat with...
THE PERFECT POEM by JR Solonche
THE PERFECT POEMBy JR Solonche
SONNET X
X is the first letter of the fewest words, onereason why X is my favorite letter.X is a person, a thing, an agency, a factor,etc. of unknown identity. X...
AFTER HIS TOUCH by Leanne Talavera
AFTER HIS TOUCHBy Leanne Talavera
After His Touch
That’s how they’ll get you, throughyour eyes. It’s your eyesthat will cradle flickering irises. Thatwill swim in white paranoia.It will ignore the faces in fearthey’ll meet another, and...
THE NAMELESS by Lisa Zaran
THE NAMELESSBy Lisa Zaran
The NamelessWho are we but immigrants too.Who are we but a lost Country.Who are we but tin blind, partially broken,desperado’s too are we not.Who are we but homelesswith our pawnshop belongings,our...
AMERICA by Ken W. Simpson
AMERICABy Ken W. Simpson
File number thirty-eight
America
The land of the freea paradoxwhere hypocriteswithout ethicsor moral principlesembraced by hateare programmedto cheat the peopledestabilisedemocratically electednationsinstall dictatorspersecute and terrorise.
HIS HAND by Amelia Abdullah
HIS HANDBy Amelia Abdullah Dear mama,MamaThe first word of love to ever leave my lipsThe strongest name to call a womanThe hardest job to take onThe mightiest soldier to ever walk the planetThe most beautiful...