ABSENT, NOT GONE by Timothy Robbins
ABSENT, NOT GONEby Timothy Robbins Absent, Not GoneI don’t expect to miss you but I dotonight or rather this dark morningproofing these lines by TV light.Gone — let’s say absent, (the absence of an ah renders the...
THE WAY THROUGH THE WOODS by Abigail George
THE WAY THROUGH THE WOODSby Abigail George
Drowning while standing at the water’s edge(for the Dutch poet Joop Bersee)
Leave the light on. Let it overflow thisroom. I want joy to fill my mouth.Somebody leave...
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...