JOKER by Jason Wright
Joker
Working on something
is better than doing nothing.
Being a joker in the kingdom
is being the one with all the wisdom.
Walking any line
is better than a walk
In the dark,
seeing through sunshine is better than
showing your spots....
THE NARRATOR AND THE POET by Korkut Onaran
THE NARRATOR AND THE POET
It snowed all day
and now, although in a timid way,
sun is shining through the clouds
like a small but slowly growing hope,
and it is casting shadows
of...
MATTER OF LYING by Terry Brinkman
Matter of Lying
Midnight was my worst time for walking so terrifying
Two or Three opinions on the matter of lying
Modality of the bulimic
Her sunshade scented of urine flux
Acid smoke light from gun powder patronymic
Cakey sand...
THE FIG SONNET by Margaret Lee Triplett
The Fig Sonnet
She leaned into me.
The wind pushed me back.
The glare closed my eyes.
The bird grasped the limb.
The tweet soothed my chills.
The rock warmed my heart.
The stone felt my hand.
The gold cleft the blue.
The...
BUTTERNUT by Thomas Cook
BUTTERNUT
I am asked to change even my favorite passwords, in increments, in a base ten system, for the good of the algorithm. My friend and I have been sending one another local news stories,...
SOUTHWEST by Daniel Cureton
Southwest
On iron red tipped mountains high,
heat and scorched earth cracked in rays,
waves brought by arid death—
beams shooting through salt flats barren an age ago,
cracking the range as Earth splits the crust westward through
basin voids—billow...
CORRENTE ALTERNADA, TURBULENTA OU SERENA by Yin Xiaoyuan
Corrente alternada, turbulenta ou serena.
Na praia, perguntaste ao homem do casaco cinza:
Como defines “a vontade”?
Com o dedo ele desenhou uma onda senoidal na areia, e depois apagou-a
com braçadas a seu alvedrio. Uma dose de...
TWO LOVERS MEET by Edward Bonner
Two Lovers Meet
When his grave crumbled and departed,
a bright fresh guest will entertain.
He in contentment remain,
as the living will leave brokenhearted.
Numerous jewels have sparkled,
grayish hairs across the bones are plain.
There is a path...
FOOTPRINTS ON THE HORIZON by Nardine Sanderson
Footprints on the horizon.
Warm rendition of the deepest valley, far can see the heaven's skies
Glazed within a new born dream, and likeness in his eye's
Furthermore my heart and soul belong...