WOW by Boris Kokotov
A trap
I have mixed feelings about what happened that day --following her out of curiosity,staying in her place for no reason except…
Pity. Is it...
POPULATION DENSITY by Gary Beck
Decay of Democracy
The political charadein divided Americabecomes tenser dailyas issues, agendas, ambitionsrasp the public well-beingtrying to survivean irresponsible President,who tells the people‘there are good peopleon each side’when nazis...
DARK MOON, LONELINESS, AND HOPE by Gary William Ramsey
Dark Moon, Loneliness and Hope
By Gary William Ramsey
The Dark Moon disappearswhile I sit here, gazing at the star filled sky.Its absence allows quiet...
GOAL POSTED by Rebecca Dempsey
Goal posted
There was nothing saiduntil my brothers saw it happen.They told Mum, who, shaking in rage,told the head nun about the bullying.More than bullied,small boys were grabbed, arms...
I AM ALWAYS HUNGRY AND WANTING TO HAVE SEX by Yessica Klein
scooped smooth peanutbutter longing forthe surface that dressesthe newly foundworld of youclassified quietnesskindred galaxiesgradually collapsing intoeach other - does it matterto us that there wereother people to love?it took two to tango&...
BLUE FOX SEATS by Terry Brinkman
Alabaster Breast Milk
Ilk Horns Dragon-Lilies Zodiac redemptionIrish wine Brandy sniffer graceShe’ll be back in a flashLimp as a wet rag looking at her facePollenate paraphernalia paper trashAlabaster Breast...
NEON MARMALADE by Alex Hand
A stained glass imaginingFrom the third floor the treetops are filigree fine,emergent tendrils nod frantic nervousnessin the ethereal breath of a gossamer breeze.Lace leaves play like piano fingerscaught by ripples from whipish...
A COLUMN OF SMOKE by Sally Sandler
A Column of Smoke
ghosted west to the seaand I missed my off ramp
like most of the otherswho prayed to the fire gods
A POEM FOR THE WIND by Lynn Dowless
A Poem for the wind
When the veil of darkness finally descends,and that light within us diminishes,perfect peace and contentment shall stand for eternity then,when our days on earth...
NOTICING WOMEN by Madlynn Haber
Noticing Women
I am not the woman in the front row staring with adoring eyes at the poet,her husband, on the stage behind the podium, reading from his collection.