Poetry

CALMby Elana Wolff   Calm,not so long ago / the river ambling through the valley /easy in the aptitude of being in the blue beside the fireweedand pocket gophers stomping on the vandal grass / the...

OPEN UPBy Roger Singer OPEN UP  There was an unwillingnessof movement.A stretch like tree topsin a tempest.A few indistinguishable wordsslipped clumsily into the air.The visions were intangible;the onesyou think you touch butfail to feel.It was a...

TODAY I TRAVELED TO THE PAST by Jose Manuel SÁNCHEZ  GÜEI VIAXÉ AL PASÁU                                                            Nel vieyu mundiugüei entamaba l’inviernu,güei ye’l Samaín,“l’acabu del verañu”.+++++Güei lleve-yos floresa los mios ancestrosa Sobrefoz,a les sos montañesau entá les divinidaesBeleño (Belenus)y Tarañes...

LOOKING UP AT THE SKYby John McKernan   LOOKING UP AT THE SKYI always stop what I am doing at two o’clock in the afternoon and wait ten minutes for Death. I do this every day....

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...

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...

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                                            ...

BEETHOVEN A memory within music, a ripening with vineyards overgrown, and your mind's ear in tune; alert with days you look through a small window at strangers, the relentless wave-pulse, uncorked knowledge on a journey through a territory where time gathers shards of meaning. A frustration of the...

INTIMATIONS OF AUTUMNby Phil Kemp   INTIMATIONS OF AUTUMNSunlight fading, a chill wind drives awaylast of the day’s heat; in the forestI walk through, the turning of green to redis my life,darkening in the dusk.I am...

Transcontinental How do you take it? She says.Clouds have rolled in, drawn thinend to end like cotton pantieson high-tension wire. Below the seaof non-native grasses is Lincoln,then below alkali flats,the lost golden tablets of Joseph...