OLD SALT by Christina Petrides
OLD SALTby Christina Petrides
Old Salt
Flushed from alcohol, wind and weather,And grooved from age,The woman clutches her fishing rod and glares at the sea.It twinkles...
EYELASH by Glen Armstrong
EYELASHby Glen Armstrong Eyelash It is not strange enough.Nor beautiful enough to discuss.At length in the museum’s coffee shop.I’m remembering it differently.The bees both threaten. And reinvigorate the landscape.The sky looks like paper.Another skinny girl.Makes...
KELP LASER by Daniel King
KELP LASERby Daniel King
Anyon Ethos
So I will Preserve; so I will DestroyAn anyon is my soul; and as a boyHoneyed is your clayMy plan...
ILLUMINATING POETRY by Judith Simon Prager
ILLUMINATING POETRYby Judith Simon Prager
Illuminating Poetry
A candle, held up to the unknown to fathom, or to pray against, what darkness holds.A lighthouse searchlight, reaching out to...
BEFORE THE INK WAS DRY by Kevin Keane
BEFORE THE INK WAS DRYby Kevin Keane
Before The Ink Was Dry
He would take a razor blade from his desk and a make little slitOn...
NEW WORLD by Doug Sutton-Ramspeck
OLD SALTby Christina Petrides
Old Salt
Flushed from alcohol, wind and weather,And grooved from age,The woman clutches her fishing rod and glares at the sea.It twinkles...
PARISIAN PHOTO BOOTH by Mary Shanley
PARISIAN PHOTO BOOTHby Mary Shanley
Parisian Photo BoothIn the metro station,she was playing a sawlike it was a cello. It sounded like a theramin.The photo booth wasjust feet away. Lisa...
AND SO I BELIEVE by Clark Holtzman
AND SO I BELIEVEby Clark Holtzman
And So I Believe
A stranger stood next to me at the city zoo. I had stopped at an exhibit...
CITADEL by Keith Carver
CITADELby Keith Carver
CITADEL
You teeter on the wall, that thatthat keeps the ancient world
ancient, and talkas though to rid yourself of helium,
SUNDAY COMING DOWN by Jamel Hall
SUNDAY COMING DOWNby Jamel Hall
Sunday Coming Down
The slight shudder of newspaperadds accents to the commercial break.My mother in her meekest vestmentspaces the house singing...