RUNNING by Stella Prince
RUNNINGby Stella Prince
Tell me now, what do you think?I might never love again.What can you say to me tonight?So I’ll believe in you again.
Cause I’m running now,I guess I might come back eventually,But I’m...
HE PRETENDS TO BE A SENATOR by O. Howard Winn
HE PRETENDS TO BE A SENATORby O. Howard Winn HE PRETENDS TO BE A SENATORbut it is clearhe is really a Mock turtlefrom Capitalist Wonderland andhis song is a serenade tothe Red Queen runningthe nation...
LIFE, LOVE AND HOPE by Ezekiel Archibong
LIFE, LOVE AND HOPEby Ezekiel Archibong
LIFE, LOVE AND HOPE
I try to reach high to the skyand admire the simplicity of life.The lilting song as it floats through flowersalong a brook of fairy bowers.Where I...
SPEAKING WITHOUT LANGUAGE by Jan Little
SPEAKING WITHOUT LANGUAGEby Jan Little
Speaking Without Language
Nurses, family friends and we all grappleWith an articulate mother suddenly unableTo speak to us now.
Charades and questions become new mode of talking:Where the word “medicine” and hand’s...
HOWEVER RICH by Cameron Morse
HOWEVER RICHby Cameron Morse Shave GelTheo says Mama and hands mea hair from your head so long its endshave twirled together. Today isthe bottle of my shave gelhe won’t let go of as if it containedsome wish-granter...
LITTLE MAX MOUSE by James Padgett
LITTLE MAX MOUSE
by James Padgett
It was a warm, sunny day in Willowy Wood.Little Max Mouse ran as fast as he could.He had to get to the Oak by the stream.It was his turn to...
A VIEW OF POLITICS by Christopher Di-Filippo
A VIEW OF POLITICSby Christopher Di-Filippo Deciphering PoliticsRefuge of a different voice= (equals) an apology in motion.Our policy has always been – (minus)the previous government= (equals) individual fascism.Economic indifference2 (squared)= (equals) households held hostage topolicy...
OF THIS HOUR by Korkut Onaran
OF THIS HOURby Korkut Onaran
ANOTHER BAR JOKE
A deep sea creatureand a priest walk into a bar.Where?
In a poem. In a highmountain town at a landlocked state,in a historic bar.
The priest drinks red wineand talks...
EMBODIED SOIL by Sarah Conklin
EMBODIED SOILby Sarah Conklin
You never loved me, I was just a body.
I come home to dead flowers hanging on the wall, parched but aesthetically pleasingdry from humidity and a lack of loveThe eucalyptus has...
BEES by Robin Ray
BEES
by Robin Ray
Steepest of Hills
Who can singwhen the water’s edged,mouths are paste dry,fruit trees stand barrenas virgin tides?
Step after stepup that steepest of hills,hungry vampire stoneslive off the burst blistersof innocent seekers.
Kippers in the...