JANUARY by Laura Foley
JANUARYby Laura Foley JanuaryA blizzard of cyclone-cold windwhips snow in Elysian driftsaround Stygian pines,builds fantastical walls around the house,turns familiar woods otherworldly,provides a world of reasons to stay inside,as the finches at the feedergrow more...
HOMAGE TO ORWELL By Tomas Sanchez Hidalgo
HOMAGE TO ORWELLBy Tomas Sanchez Hidalgo
Homage to Orwell,
surrounded by slot machines,in the main hall(perhaps the Tanjiers?)by the penultimateof our national heroes,perfect for adults and children,proud to bethe gear lever in Europe,respecting the margin for...
THE RUNNER by Alessio Zanelli
The Runner
On feet of dreams the runner’s headed to land’s end.She knows the horizon keeps receding while she’s running,but she runs as though it didn’t.A finish line is not her aim.Along the pathway time’s...
EMBERFOOT, A poem by Richard King Perkins II
EMBERFOOTBy Richard King Perkins II Gasp, my stranger. Contract like burning paper.You’re distant; as loud as footsteps on anthraciteechoing away from where you once belonged.Hold on to my hand. Just don’t break my fingers.Below the...
FRACTIONS by Anya Lofamia
FRACTIONSby Anya Lofamia
bodies and becoming
who chose this face for me : is this mine?there is some strangeness in being bornto a body of a twenty-six-year-old human being.what happened to me? he thought. it was no...
PARACHUTE by William Ogden Haynes
The Undead
With a tip of the hat to Sam Kinison.
I think about Frankenstein, the mummy, zombies, ghosts,vampires, Nosferatu, poltergeists and revenants. All of them
died, but somehow became undead. They haunt our dreamsand waking hours...
WILLOW AND BARK by Sally Sandler
WILLOW AND BARK
by Sally Sandler
Somedays I Am That Cypress
The past has all blown east.The Monterey cypress felt it leavein the teeth of a Pacific sea squall.Ever since, the cypress has leaned easttoward the...
SPECTACLE by John Grey
SPECTACLEby John Grey YOU WANT ME TO COME HOMESure I miss the snow.That sunlight twinkle.The purity. The fineness.And this steamy heatis like a python squeeze at times.I laze aboutGet nothing done.It’s weather for the uninspired.But...
EMBODIED SOIL by Sarah Conklin
EMBODIED SOILby Sarah Conklin
You never loved me, I was just a body.
I come home to dead flowers hanging on the wall, parched but aesthetically pleasingdry from humidity and a lack of loveThe eucalyptus has...
THE PEOPLE WHO VANISH by Ryan Havely
THE PEOPLE WHO VANISHby Ryan Havely The People Who VanishYou wear the wind around youlike a favorite shawl. I tryto hold you against meand you go to ashes. Youleave like a storm,tie your hairwith ribbonslike...