COULD A LOVER LOVE MY MUSE by Jan Little
COULD A LOVER LOVE MY MUSEby Jan Little
Could a Lover Love My Muse?
My muse mocks my left-brained worldWith its trudging logical meetingDaily objectives on chalkboards.At moments between classes, she sneaks out,Makes humorous analogies I...
MISSING MESSAGES by David Ryan Palmer
MISSING MESSAGESby David Ryan Palmer
The White Letters
Dearest son,I hope this letter finds you well. I have not seen your address since the accident, but my friends here have interesting ways of knowing things. I was not sure I...
WHEN CUTTING FISH, Poems by John Grey
WHEN CUTTING FISHBy John Grey WHEN CUTTING FISHConcentrate on your fingernot the creature's eye.Given half the chance,the blade will slip,the dead will stare right at you.Don't spill blood.Don't feel guilt.Here on earth,you need to knowwhen...
THE VOICE by Bethany Bruno
THE VOICE
by Bethany Bruno
The Voice
I’ve always loved the complexity of fall.Only one season makes me feel alive, one that allows my roots to entangleInto Earth’s soil.Winter, spring, and summer seasons drag on like an...
SACRIFICE By Georgia Eugenides
SACRIFICEBy Georgia Eugenides THE SUMMER I NEVER HADin the morningi search for myself everywhere,under ivory sheets that smell of cinnamon, between porcelain jarson the highest kitchen shelf and among blue, crossed outpoems in my notebooki...
I NEVER LEARNED TO SHUFFLE by Jordan Mattox
I Never Learned to Shuffle
Cards cling together,
but break in colliding
waterfalls of cardboard
not ending in order
but creating chaos of red
and black.
The game returns order,
Patterns picked and piled,
but once complete are
returned back to the sea
to find...
THE STORY OF LIFE by Linda Casebeer
THE STORY OF LIFEby Linda Casebeer
The story of life
We could feel the evening falling around usthough it was noon when clouds covered the sunabove the chapel lit only by natural lightfiltering through the windowsand...
FROM HERE TO THERE by Roger Singer
FROM HERE TO THEREBy Roger Singer FROM HERE TO THEREHe wore a loud tie. Checkeredshirt and black high top sneakers.Thoughts tumbled from him like leaves;fast tracks combined with solid sounds.He mumbles a prayer, though not...
TOP OF THE CYCLONE by Lenny Lewis
TOP OF THE CYCLONEby Lenny Lewis
TOP OF THE CYCLONE
Fourteen years in the system is no fun. Said Good-bye to Comstock didn't look back. Rode the bus to Port Authority. Walked the Deuce ...
LISTENING TO SILENCE by RC deWinter
reality 2.1
wrapped in shrouds of selfwe’re everywhereinescapable impenetrableglued to worlds we seebut cannot touchremaking realityto be what we want it to be
pedalling furiouslyto keep uppush ahead
break throughtime and space
to a differentbetter (we think) placethan...