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...
THE BEAUTIFUL DAY by Karen Schnurstein
THE BEAUTIFUL DAYby Karen Schnurstein
Invitation to the Man I LoveAfter Elizabeth Bishop’s “Invitation to Miss Marianne Moore”
From that formidable historic downtown building of yours, up from within its city of dark bricks, please come to...
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...
THE WATER BUG by Luba Ostashevsky
THE WATER BUGby Luba Ostashevsky The Water bugA large water bug lay at the entrance to the kitchen.Its tentacles pointed up.The sloped roof of its home was a boat run aground on the cold tan...
SOMETHING IN THE WATER by Don Thompson
SOMETHING IN THE WATERby Don Thompson
Famous Fathers(Theodore Roosevelt III)
Some sons are born into ghostliness,never quite there—unnoticed,haunting the dark cornersof their father’s repute.Their complaints seem to come from far away.
Others who are recalcitrantand polished like...
IN HIGH SCHOOL by Ron Riekki
IN HIGH SCHOOLby Ron Riekki
In High School, We Tried to Light Each Other on Fire
We didn’t want to end lives, but rather to seehow beautiful the direction of flames could be.We were stupid,...
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...
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 ...
MR. WONDERFUL by Jack Brown
MR. WONDERFULby Jack Brown
THE RHYTHM OF TIME
This is the hour of the cat.One with the night.On the street.Air parted as she wasgliding in through lamplightbetween cars over curbs.Flexing on paw pads.Claws gripping concrete.Grey sidewalk...
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...