OLD PAINT COLORS by Sheree LaPuma
Old Paint Colors
Before he died, we shared a common history.The slow unfurling of breath, a womb, twohands, a tapestry of goodbyes in sepia. Aplacenta, grey, buried under the pine-straw
of winter. So many sad things...
ABSENT by Aracelly Campo
The Institution
by Aracelly P. Campo
Love-the grand illusionTheatrical spectacle presented to us on an empty stageTransaction driven unions that dictate the roles we are to playWe follow conventions of our own inventionsWe surrender our willAnd...
MASTERPIECE by Margot Hughes
Masterpiece
“I find bits of scrap metal beneath her bedfrom boys who bury promises in her belly.”—Kristina Haynes
Her body was a junkyard: a potpourriof someone else’s tired mess—a regurgitatedmasterpiece (fragments collaged together:rotten bits of stranger...
WORLD FINESSE AND NUANCE STRATEGY by Bob Eager
WORLD FINESSE AND NUANCE STRATEGY by Bob Eager
Immediate world and world beyond,Strategy to grow into new role..Stretch and reach to a new worldDiscrepancy between where you are and where you want to be!Truth lies between...
VICTORIA PARK LAKE by Nathanael OReilly
Goulburn
A muddy river
flanked by gums wanders through town
past rope swings hanging
from high branches, rippling around
snags and sandbanks, flowing home
Tingalpa
The bush spread to the reservoir’s
edge. Water stretched out of sight
round the peninsula. Wind-blown
waves chopped across...
NEAP SONG by Daniel King
Alnitak
Kalki will come. Hundreds of years must pass.Kalki will come. We wait.
Trapped we crave our son The far stars callLocked in local space Those kilns coax hardDark, this backlit box But walls will fall
Kalki...
THREE ZEN DADA POEMS by H.A. Sappho
HIDEOUS WINNERS
Stray bits of grammar peck at the skyAlgae with red snouts wins the next track meetSea foam and plastic comply with the new climate’s directivesA revised global contract is signed between tidelines and...
WAKING UP by Jennifer Novotney
Waking Up
The sun peeks over the mountain’s ridgeas it does every morningunless there are clouds to hide behind.The bright orange, yellow familiar glowfills the house through drawn curtains.
Our winding road is glistening, fresh with...
INHALE TO GODDESS by Larissa Peters
Inhale to GoddessYouare only a blurin the foreground of mydrishti.
WrinklesThere is a history in your face, everyline that draws up anddown each curve.In just these few moments that I've met you,I see
little joys in...
KETTLE by Pernille AEgidius Dake
The Lord’s Prayer Trumped
Our Faker, who art in the chalk-white House,pumped is thy name, crumbly is your fame.From thy sand trap, thy will be done to what’ll be left of Earth in the name...