BEAMING by William Combes
Ode to the Beast
Without doubtIt is my body,That sees, feels, and shouts.
Without doubt,It is my body,That perceives an accomplished clout.
It’s done so much,Become so much,Since in the soup it first crawled out.
It did so...
PRECARIOUS by Sandip Saha
PrecariousA tiny islandsurroundedby watereverywherea diver findslong columnof land downtouching seabedit is not a mountainno hard rockhow it exitsin turmoilof wavesin oceanstormcan’tfellit!
Dream disorders
I feel always awake in sleepmy limbs take rest, eyes closedbut mind is...
A LULLABY FOR HOME by Dibyasree Nandy
A Lullaby For Home
The floating white fire in the night sky dimsAn outline looms, is golden-hewnAcross the crag, beyond the cloudsOur home seen in the horizon.
It’s no mere delf, a realm at the hilly...
POSSIBLE POWER METAPHORS by Terry Trowbrige
Possible Power Metaphors
Looking through her own reflectionat a yellow patterned python,a teenage girl asks why the snakehas not eaten a mouse companionwho, sitting on the snake’s head,grooms her tiny arms.
Looking back, maybe seeing doublepossibly...
WOODEN STAIRS by Donna M. Davis
Devilsafter Ambrose Bierce (The Devil’s Dictionary)
Devils want to thrustthe business end of a pininto humanity’s metaphorical eye.They often regret their danceas angels on its tiny silver headand the question of how many.But I know...
THE FOOL’S MASK by Mark Vogel
Farther up the road you gonna reap what you sowMetaphor, metaphor, metaphor—impossible to kill.Take it as given round this big river that nearlyevery neighbor has sliced off a rattler head,watched the headless rope’s shivering...
ASHORE by Laurie Hollman
AshoreIn the morning the scarring world holds me down so I cannot rise.I stretch my arms above my head like elastic bands with no end.My toes reach far below until my calves ache and...
SLEEPY WHALE by Terry Brinkman
Sleepy Whale 214
How many broken hearts ourBroken in the shade of the nightToo weak to gasp courting deathNow his toes to the daisiesPitch silent dark night of deathWhen you are dead you are deadThen...
GOVERNADA by Oksana Mauricio
PortugueseÁfrica, A Minha casa em Luanda, Angola
Quando eu era criança, a casa onde nasci existia muitos anos antes.Entrando da parte de trás, onde se localizava a cozinha com pintura e um verde pálido,O forno...
PALMERS by Sterling Warner
Theseus’ Protégé
Lost in a maze, I search for cottonfibers leading me to the entranceof an abyss portending danger,dead ends & dissembling minitourswho snip yarn balls, block myprogression, muddle clear perception,shade glimmers of light &...