IN THE FLOW OF THE LIGHT by Martin Willitts Jr.
In the Flow of the Light
A warm, comforting light
fringes the window
with quiet prayers.
A year or two can pass in a second,
as noiseless as yellowjackets
sampling daises.
I welcome that silence
containing hints...
CLOCKWORK by Anannya Uberoi
Clockwork
The clockwork's clunking cycles—
routine chirrups working with
our own, mechanical metronome
dictating our waking and falling
and drifting in staccato synchrony.
The clockwork's scissors shard
furibund flowers by the hour,
comb the seasons, change their warmth,
pendulum the...
THE CANYON by Daniel Senser
The Canyon
Over the course of eons, the flow of water
Has shaped the stone,
The sharp edges smoothed and rounded
By the water’s constant flow.
To weep is an honest exclamation,
A reclamation of the soul.
The rock is old...
DEAR CUSTOMER by Idalis Wood
Dear Customer,
I apologize for not being what you want.
I’m sorry I couldn’t be the man you wanted.
It’s not my fault I wasn’t born with a
certain appendage between my legs.
Maybe if I was, my requests...
LOVE GAMES by Edith Speers
Love Games
Start anywhere
and with tongue or fingertip trace on your lover
the longest possible route to your favourite place
or your least favourite place
Start anywhere
and imagine the aging of your beloved
detail by detail...
EARTH by Aracelly P. Campo
Earth
It is earth with its majestic dimensions that
Confronts all its creatures with the cruel indifference of
Forgetfulness and the coldness that sleeps in the abyss
Of death
Aracelly P. Campo, a.ka “Bones” grew up in Miami Florida....
SUPERNOVA by Alethea Jimison
Supernova
I wish that I knew to tell her that her laugh is a burst of light,
like a flashing supernova.
Her smile is the warmth of home.
The curve of her femininity goes on...
A GATEKEEPER’S VIGIL by Helen Sokolsky
A GATEKEEPER’S VIGIL
I wander through carpets of heather and primrose
leaving behind a discordant arena
my salve is found locked in this garden
where a single flower can restore the soul
no strife present in this cloister...
OVERFLOW by Adam Day
OVERFLOW
Judges – spit
no polish; wigs
out of order –
clouds hanging
like wool
on barbed wire.
History rush
loosens jaws
white system
reality rewritten
in cities that are
also history.
Adam Day is the author of Left-Handed Wolf...
PASSING TIME by John P. Drudge
Passing Time
In the vaguely
Haunted
Eventless days
Of wandering aimlessly
Over bridges
From bank to bank
Past smoky cafes
And cheap hotels
High on wine
And careless oblivion
Putting place
And tradition
Beyond the tangible
Striking
Of my tears
On cobblestones
As...