I BARELY ESCAPED WITH MY LIFE by Louis Gallo
I BARELY ESCAPED WITH MY LIFEby Louis Gallo
“I BARELY ESCAPED WITH MY LIFE”
The lacquered reporters declare another miracleas we now deem the merest rosy swerve from dooma glittering token of divine twitch.Minicams pan the...
MANOR by Ann Pedone
MANORby Ann Pedone
Manor
Particles of lightStrain to the seenIn the shadows of his heart.
He knows her faceTaqstes her lips—Sun wrenched in the sky of her longing forThe sightHimInside—the inside of herGrowing upon t he sight...
ART by Aditya Shankar
ARTby Aditya Shankar
Art
A birdwove its nesttirelessly
withbeak and wing,twig and grass,tweet and silence,
deepinside the forest.
A nest, demolishedand rebuilt,
till it becamewhat the bird desired.
It did not matter
that the nestwas never titledor signed,
spoken aboutor adulated.
It hung there,
a...
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 songs of jesus,of better days, and inheritance.
His name pressed to...
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 assess the terrain and find, in all that is, the similars...
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 of sand and boulders, limbs and brush. It appeared to...
WHAT XERO OFFERS by Mark Young
WHAT XERO OFFERSby Mark Young
What Xero offers
The leading online storage &file delivery service is enviedfor her use of the tropes she keeps in a secret gulag of unique art forms. Her young adult ministry is a global provider...
OUT OF BED by Penney Knightly
OUT OF BEDby Penney Knightly
Out of Bed
Slow to serenade, wispy, extendingarms and legs, a jungle heap.Moss-fern overgrowth.Dew on cheeks and inner limbs,I blush in dark placeshiding against sky light, and crunch of air.
I slither...
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 a wish...
ORANGE CAT by Mark Jamieson
ORANGE CATby Mark Jamieson She Could BeShe would be the proof in the pudding,Once beyond the should not or shoulding.Ever always, that one stitch in time,Willing and able, to save other nine.Her manner, sweeter more...