LIFE NEVER STOPS DANCING by Russo Shanidze

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WHO ARE WE? Words matter—Words are powerful—Words can save or immensely damage us. But the question is “Which words do we want to choose to embroiderThe blank sheets that can last for a lifetime?”Before the words...

TRICKSTER by Kiara Letcher

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There’s a fly in my champagne coupethe door is locked from the wrong side Freshly squeezed stars and glitter all over the floorfreshly squeezed heart vessels and vermillion all over the groundI once read that...

I HAVE MISSING PIECES by Nanette Rayman-Rivera

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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...

KILNS FANTASTIQUE by T.J. Masluk

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KILNS FANTASTIQUE for J. G. Verne Neath the kilnsof Coplay,one mile deep, adrift through cavernsof twinkling aquamarine. Rooms untouched,musty cold, gurgling streams teemedwith finned marmalade, shrooms golden brownlike altar bread, opening worldswithin worlds. T. J. Masluk, poet and writer, has work appearing in...

LEARNING A SONG by Jyothsna Phanija

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Writing on a Tree Thick plainness as sodaIce like migraineSlowing down thoughtsAs a reliefI findFingers covered in sandalwood paste.Half of it is wiped away with water, tingling,Listening to kajriI think of scrubbing fingers harshness in...

LESSONS FROM MY FATHER by Yetta Rose Stein

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REGARDING THE END There is the brink.It is mostly off in the distance.It is sometimes very close.You will stroll up to it.Some of your friends will hungrily jog.There will be one or two who leap.You...

AT GOULD FARM by Daniel Senser

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The Garden of Eden There is a song in the wellspring of my being,a rainbow that shines forth from my eyes.Like a child’s tears, it is endless, and from mybreath wafts the scent of the...

UNDER THE SUN by Robert Funderburk

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Wives of Nightfall We are theWives of nightfallMaidens of the dark Our lips smooth as oilFeather-soft voicesSpeaking words of lustRobed in garments ofLove Our prey who returnNight upon nightSeem somehow less humanTheir bodies shrinkingTheir eyes unseeingClouded by...

FOREVER AUGUST by Linda Barrett

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Forever August We hate to see August drain awayLike the grains of goldFleeing from a dying miner’s handFrom an old movie.We want to remember theLush, emerald-green of the vegetationWhich surrounds us.Like a sweet-smelling cocoon.My nose...

PRODIGAL DAUGHTER by Don Narkevic

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Prodigal Daughter The girl asked nothing from me,just left, hitching I suppose,my car still in the garage,my wallet untouched.She looks just like her mother,relatives say when they learn. When I search her room, I find herchildhood...