THE LOVE OF LATIN by Howard Sage
THE LOVE OF LATINBy Howard Sage
Amidst the cost of all
that encompasses the
blankiverse these days,
tolls to pass this way or that,
lights to save pedestrians from
stalled vehicles en route
to dump their loads of food,
oil, chairs, desks,...
FIREHOUSE BABY by Austen Roye
FIREHOUSE BABYBy Austen Roye
1. hang in there
my springboard is a type ofsocial solitudepublicly isolated with head downin plain sight.managed two maybe threehours of sleep and here nowfar from homefoaming over ideas ofempty typewriter roomsa...
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...
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...
POKHARA, THE CITY OF ANGELS by Bikal Paudel
POKARA, THE CITY OF ANGELSBy Bikal Paudel
Hour Hand’s Message to a friend
Dear minute hand,
I wait for you for an hourAnd you leave in a minuteMaking me wait another 59Till we are again alignedWe both...
BABY POEM by C.H. Coleman
BABY POEMBy C.H. Coleman
Naughty
Feel delicious? Okay!“Decadent,” say it,think: herding happinessisn’t always enjoyable.
One button too far ona billowy blouse revealsenough already – two, nowan interstate billboard,
augments valley viewing.Obvious, but not obnoxious.Enough already! Walkinga third time...
LITTLE BLACK BOY by Daniel Jackson
LITTLE BLACK BOYBy Daniel Jackson
LITTLE BLACK BOY
after William Blake
As a stubborn child my father hit me,his hand glistening black as AfroSheen came down like coal-tarand dyed me blue as a Nelly Queen,because I sparkled, I...
MIND OF A BOY by Jhier Wells
MIND OF A BOYBy Jhier Wells
Mind of a Boy
When I was a boysummers were waves waitingto carry me to the ocean’s center.When I was a boysummers were trees stretching outits limbs for me to...
SIMULTANEOUS WORLDS by Mark Hurtubise
SIMULTANEOUS WORLDSBy Mark Hurtubise
Momentary Tree Visit
Oak -
holder of leaf nations,passageway for squirrels,jay and crow scribe.
From its kiln, the sun exhalesafterlife upon you.
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Stepping into your silhouette -a breathing . . . irreversible memoriesor prophecies from...
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.