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...
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...
HANDS by Milton Ehrlich
HANDS
Can pluck a Stradivarius,
sculpt a David out of marble,
pleasure oneself, or a loving partner,
scratch an itch, pick your nose, wipe your ass,
write a play, applaud and give a standing ovation,
tie a shoelace or...
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...
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,...
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...
DUMB BLONDE by Alan Cohen
Dumb Blonde
Was I his?
It did take me 50 years
To consider the possibility
I did always say:
“He was my best friend in high school”
Not
“We were best friends…”
I have no idea what he...
NATURE’S FAN by Rhienna Renée Guedry
Nature’s Fan
golden light, a smell like downy wings of pigeons at the crown
of a young mother’s head. it is the first, if not the only thing i see,
shining brighter than a cherub’s flesh, a...
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...
MALPENES PUXARRA CÓSMICU by Jose Manuel SÁNCHEZ
MALPENES PUXARRA CÓSMICU
Por Xe M. Sánchez
¿Pescáncieslo agora,
nesti tiempu de peste,
d’incertidume, de llerza?
Nos, que dexamos
les nueses güelgues na...
