TAPESTRY by Natasha Zarine
TAPESTRYBy Natasha Zarine
IncarnaratedClutching the rolls of youDrip latent constellationsEnchained by taboo.But when I howl of pleasureI never think of you.
Raping myself, I caressEvery tingling motionFeeling what will not exist.Like a harp, I pluckMyself to...
VISITOR – By Sukrita Paul Kumar
MY FATHER’S DOG TAGSBy Billy Malanga
My Father’s Dog Tags
The name on my father’s brass dog tagsdoesn’t match his driver’s license.The gunfire caves filled with burning fleshand bloodshot south Pacific surfhad taken its toll. He...
WHAT WAS THAT CITY by Mary Crow
WHAT WAS THAT CITYBy Mary Crow WHAT WAS THAT CITY―after Cavafy What city tangled me in its sandy roots,led me into desert, where I gasped at vastness and vacancy, pyramids fringingmiles of nothing growing, a void I vanished...
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...
DOWNPOUR – By Bruce McRae
DOWNPOURBy Bruce McRae
Downpour
A heavy rain falling over Lithium Island,the roads flooded with tears of the disenfranchised,the quarry a lake of grief and woes,the tavern’s cellar under thirteen inchesof something that once resembled water.
All of...
MORE by Chris Fields
MOREBy Christopher Fields More Why seek anything morethan a life that slips frictionlessly by?I want more. I want a life that lashes;I want a life that grinds and scrapes,that prunes away weak piecesexposing lurid truths beneath.I...
AFTERWORD: OR, THE AMATEUR POET – By Michael T. Smith
AFTERWORD: OR, THE AMATEUR POETBy Michael T. Smith
Afterword: Or, the Amateur Poet
You thought you gripped the futureWhen you only brushed the dust from your handsand pinched earth's prurient cheekLike that of a chubby,...
MIRROR – By Paul Bamberger
MIRRORBy Paul Bamberger
THE KISS
five decades she waitsthe stirring of a small legend a scream the length of a lifegone unheard but with his death near for fear of having never beenlove returns she bends to kiss himone last...
I HAVE MISSING PIECES by Nanette Rayman-Rivera
kaleidoscoping a sun-dressed mare
Lest my heart becomes a seagull, soars away—the world is a cold country—lest my heart effervesces in pyrogenic fever, leaving my body unlike a lamb, but a naïve bull running from...
THOSE TWO by Odeta Xheka
Half of New Territory
The rain’s let upas the last few drops of milk and tears snake downthe cereal bowl, on the breakfast table,covered in silence and soaked in honey-we go about deaf and blind,...