HERE FOR THE FOOD by Tim Wenzell
HERE FOR THE FOODBy Tim Wenzell
Shoes (Global Warming Version)
A true woman evacuates with her shoesand makes certain that all of them,wrapped in garbage bags,fill the trunk so thathe will take the back seat with...
GATHERING – Poems by Olivia Harman
GATHERINGPoems by Olivia Harman
Gathering
Today the gathering comes after the stormand I sit tight, my teeth pressed togetherlike keys in intricate locks,while outside that stillness starts gathering, a solemn warning, asking us to clear up...
OF PINE STREET – Poems by John Repp
OF PINE STREETPoems by John Repp
Of Pine Street
A confused tenderness, like a dimly bluish windowpane/Sings old songs… Fernando Pessoa (as Àlvaro de Campos)
Of Pine Street I sing, the impossible one frying eggs & toasting toastshe...
PEN SAND by Luke Skoza
LOVEby Katharine Studer
Love
Before the word is spokenA man might walk on handsDangling mid-air without a net or wire,Concentrating to keep the weightof his legs extended straight in the center,Nudging his fingers to gain an...
AMERICAN IN BRAZIL by David Lee Garrison
AMERICAN IN BRAZILby David Lee Garrison
Last Look, Lisbon, 1965
The troopship was leaving Lisbonfor the war in Angola,its deck covered with soldiersgazing back. Heavy sun fellon their shoulders, and their shadowsdarkened the armored steelthat knifed...
LOTUS by Martina Reisz Newberry
LOTUSBy Martina Reisz Newberry
LOTUS
On the other side of the mountain,my wealthy friend has built a castle.It was a long project but now sits,
quiet as a profound thought, complete.The day I visited her, we hadcoffee...
DREAM PARK by Dominique Williams
DREAM PARKby Dominique Williams Dream ParkIn my tour of the vast and endless city of exquisite white marble and verdant green grass, I came upon a corner which led to a dead end. With my...
REFLECTION by Dennis Herrell
Reasoning
Reasoning saysWe all have to dieYou sayIt’s a step to foreverI sayHeaven is highAnd I am earth.
Reflection
Two images remaineddistilled from some human show.
A black man hanging from an oak,body limp, head tilted left,devout crowd...
RED FOREST by Dmitry Blizniuk
RED FORESTby Dmitry Blizniuk
Red forest
You live in me.Every morning you come to my eyesFrom inside my head. They look like French windows –Their clear cast glass extends down to your feet.You stretch yourself on...