Poetry

BIG TIMEby Dave Nielsen Time’s Up To see how beautiful a single rock is,to put one in one’s yardby crane, by a teamof workers.The beginning of time—set off by a flowerbed!Look at the children next to...

THE WAR'S SONby Anwer Ghani The War ’s Son The soldiers have returned but the capitals of my chants are still whizzing like a slim mosquito engulfing the noisy and the questions. Their joints groan like ice...

REDUCTIONby Jonathan Dowdle RiffIn the rebound, resound,Where all thoughts go to drown,And we sleep beneath the sea,That buries us in echoes bleed;How are we to sleep or dreamBetween the stitch and the seam,Plucking grief from...

SUNDAY AFTERNOON by Stuart Rawlinson  Commutations The morning commute begins on the hourAs nighttime and daylight adjoin in friction.Buses interrupt as I squint for my number;Balanced and hovering on the kerb’s edgeIn front of staring commuters like...

THE PERFECT POEMBy JR Solonche SONNET X X is the first letter of the fewest words, onereason why X is my favorite letter.X is a person, a thing, an agency, a factor,etc. of unknown identity. X...

EVOLUTIONBy Eduardo Escalante  Evolution During the slow rollover of the morning,I order the garden plants.In my hands, several seeds.I hear the groaning of the earth,need to clear its throat, lacks water.Everything grows dense, gathering light.Gravity and...

TOWN PICNIC Stomachs full,time for softball,maybe a splash in the lake,or a wander through the stallswith beer in hand,checking out the artefacts,the honey made by local bees,the fudge. There’s music to listen to –an Elvis impersonatorthough...

Liberty Atoms 6 Cormorant beak-walked an eight yard string,Rebuking tide.Pratfalling crock – sauce duxelles.Maisie hassled tufts-       Lost wit’s fingers.Sunset on a rubberstamp:“Everything seemed inevitable”.   Liberty Atoms 7Shellac discRumpled under needle, jilting an overture’s tingle.Parakeet erupted, groggy.Maisie...

BUDDYby Jonathan Andrew Perez Burn, Barn, Burn What remained couldn’t be salvaged from the shipwreck of my immobility.Climate change. Father warned me don’t dive deep:Wake before you go to sleep, migrate in the afternoonRead Borges, Neruda,...

I SLAM RHYMES Cocoons hangCaterpillars crawlButterflies have wingsYet I'm floor boundI'm forced to walkJamie curves words like they're baseballsThey're coming faster than gale force nineLadies and gentlemenDistressed Butterfly presents his rhymesRunnin on crooked tracks, I...