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...
A STRANGER WITHIN by Ruby Nambo
A STRANGER WITHINby Ruby Nambo
A Stranger Within
That’s her: sitting by the green grass.She looks so beautiful,With her long black hair.Her figure isn’t perfect unlike most womenBut you can tell she is worth more than...
THE TWO OF US by Victor Pambuccian
THE TWO OF USby Victor Pambuccian
the two of us
since our common silencehappens in timewe are one day drownedby the implacable advanceof that circular motionits vortex pushing us downtrying to mute the echoof that resonating...
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...
TWELVE O’CLOCK HIGH by Duane Anderson
TWELVE O'CLOCK HIGHBy Duane Anderson
Detective Skills
I was about to ask her if she was donating todaysince she had done so previously at thepast two blood drives, but then I rememberedthat she gave double reds...
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,...
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...
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...
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...
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...