DIXIE CUP by Grant Vecera
Summer, Speedway, Indiana 1975
I guess because his dad was a dentist,Jeff Beverly had a 500 ml syringe—minus the needle.
Looking back, I understandwhy all the grown-upssaid I was disturbed
for many reasons, but mainly
because of that...
AT GOULD FARM by Daniel Senser
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...
PRODIGAL DAUGHTER by Don Narkevic
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...
PLANET by Livio Farallo
tenth millennium
i’m sure i was the same
as the
stone; round and ungolfed;
fractured from something much larger
that stumbled down
the
mountain.
there is nothing that
laughs any
harder than
a murder
of crows. i can sit, without
a
fossil etched
any-
where;...
KILNS FANTASTIQUE by T.J. Masluk
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...
FOREVER AUGUST by Linda Barrett
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...
LIFE NEVER STOPS DANCING by Russo Shanidze
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...
UNDER THE SUN by Robert Funderburk
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...
THE DAY THE MACHINES CAME by John Linstrom
The Day the Machines Came
We said, finally, here is some helpand for cheap. Somewhere someonehad dug the graves of a bygone age
and turned up the muck to racketthe tractor to life. We thirsted,had no...
IN THE BEWITCHED AVIARY by Pawel Markiewitz
In the bewitched aviary.
The sonnet according to Mr. Shakespeare
Helots muse about moony Golden Fleece of the condor.
Drudges think of the dreamy eternal dew of the hen.
Philosophers ponder on winged fantasy of the crow.
Kings ruminate...