A VOICE IN THE WILDERNESS by Daniel Miess
A VOICE IN THE WILDERNESSby Daniel Miess
A Voice in the Wilderness
This silence in me is vast; notan abyss; empty yet not empty.
A river dispenses through the ravine,carving my name in the rock.
On a winding,...
THE SEASON OF THE PARASITES by Slade Woodward
THE SEASON OF THE PARASITESby Slade Woodward
“Untitled”
I can see the neon sandglow with every step taken.The ground pulseswith music unheard,with time unfocused.
Spectacles brimming with salt.Spectacles brimmingwith salt.
Vibrancy in a dance acrossthe moonlight, a shakenturn...
TOP OF THE CYCLONE by Lenny Lewis
TOP OF THE CYCLONEby Lenny Lewis
TOP OF THE CYCLONE
Fourteen years in the system is no fun. Said Good-bye to Comstock didn't look back. Rode the bus to Port Authority. Walked the Deuce ...
TRANSFORMATION by Stephanie V Sears
TRANSFORMATIONby Stephanie V Sears
The shadow of a storm
I advise you to sit still at this timecat-like patient but alerta secret even to yourselfserved hand and foot by mystery.
Something refreshing is hereas green as an...
PASSION by Rachel Fox
PASSIONby Rachel Fox
“Passion”
She skips through a patch of sunflowers And gently brushes the petals through her pale fingers The pleasant stench of her peach perfume lingers As she tries to picture her hometown And her prince charming...
GOING, GONE by Doug Bolling
GOING, GONEby Doug Bolling
Terret 9
The spillage of itold news creeping, creeping.
The cat face of time,the hours before,behind.
A hundred sermonsbundled, put to restbehind the fridge.
You go it alone,sojourner on a missiontoward shadowland.
You take of...
THE LAND BETWEEN by Brandon Marlon
THE LAND BETWEENby Brandon Marlon
The Land Between
Once the country of our defeat,now a liminal ecotone, zone of our appreciation,an abundant overlap blendingCanadian Shield with St. Lawrence Lowlandsto forge a biodiverse greenbelt of grassland birds,oaken...
MY MAMA’S WALTZ by Timothy Pilgrim
MY MAMA'S WALTZBy Timothy Pilgrim
My mama’s waltz(with a nod to Theodore Roethke)
The perfume on your dresscould drive a young boy crazy —dark lust, secret untold since —our nightly ritual, flow and bend.
We whirled from...
SAUCER OF STARLIGHT by Bobbi Sinha-Morey
SAUCER OF STARLIGHTby Bobbi Sinha-Morey Saucer of StarlightThe woman with dementiadoesn't come out to sit in herpatio anymore and her windchimes no longer caressed bythe wind have lost their sound;the only spark of bright energyare...
SWIMMING WITH PICASSO by Mike Jurkovic
SWIMMING WITH PICASSOBy Mike Jurkovic
We Will Judge Angels
We will judge angelsand consider ourselvesthe best among them.Lengthening the ruse of yearsby that much more,that much more.
We will judge angelsand the consensus will tiltin our favor.Igniting...