AS CINZAS DO SOL by Roseangelina Batista
AS CINZAS DO SOLby Roseangelina Batista As Cinzas do SolCegam o céu;Secam o sal de Pernem.Dão bocadinhos à luaDe açafrão e cal.Cai, cai pó-ente, Põe cinzas d’ouroNos tetracantos da mente.Cinzas da ÍndiaSerpenteiam em minhas águas:Brindes de taças...
EXHALE by Diane Webster
EXHALEby Diane Webster
DEATH BURIED
Plastic tulips and silk rosespretend they grow aroundmy parents’ gravestone.
Still not allowing themtruth after all these yearsdead in the groundin their forever-home caskets.
Stone-faced names chiseledlike Russian smilesin black and white photosof...
IMMORTALITY by Manuel Madera
IMMORTALITYby Manuel Madera
ImmortalityConfessions last— The snow plummets to The nameless ground we Have crossed and hopped Along the sidewalk of evermore We stroll and skate I did not know I did not Whether true...
EPHRAM PRATT REMEMBERS TWISTING & TURNING by Jack E Lorts
EPHRAM PRATT REMEMBERS TWISTING & TURNINGby Jack E Lorts
Ephram Pratt Speaks of Whispering
Quiet the noiseof the carburetor,
or is it a carbunclehe asked,
in muted silence,of a passing
stranger,one with shaggy locks,
looking as ifhis eyes emerged
from an...
MAKING LOVE by George Payne
MAKING LOVEby George Payne
Making Love
the way astarving coyoteneeds the Mooncrimson &skeletalyour handswere needed
Simplehands
risingon thechest
your jeanskicked offthe bed
you wereneeded
chrome ionplated
stainless witha leather strap
at the edgeof the pillow
stuck betweenthe hours
in theamber of now
a vaporoussweet oliveblack night
My...
SPOT ON MY BACK by George Thomas
SPOT ON MY BACKby George Thomas
SPOT ON MY BACK three timesI've lost the whole shooting matchas Zorba might saythe whole catastrophe multipliedthere's a spot on my backthat hasn't been washedsince my last divorceI go through...
WITH A GUITAR by Mark J. Mitchell
WITH A GUITARby Mark J. Mitchell
A SURBURBAN SEER’S MORNING DREAM
Her morning dreams sprouted flowers with namesinscribed on each petal. They bloom. No fruitemerges, but people die. Their small gamesend sharply. A hasty burglar slips....
FROM ABOVE by Roger Singer
FROM ABOVEby Roger Singer
FROM ABOVE the bones of wordsremain behindlike rumpled sheetswithout memory of sleepas day tossesa mixed salad of walkingand arriving the hours melt intothe water of day time slows foranxious eyeswhile rain marks windowsand umbrellas...
THE SHALLOW by Ambrose Gibbs
THE SHALLOWby Ambrose Gibbs
The shallow earth to live for what life is worth, for the birth of a child in this wild society full of poverty to be shallow on the roads of anxiety...
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STILL LIFE by Sarette Albin
STILL LIFEby Sarette Albin
Still Life
In the morning’s stillness I slipped outFrom your loose embrace and leftYou sleeping in, face craned upward,Chin exposed and underbelly white.The space my head had lain a moment before,Nothing now...