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;...
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...
TRICKSTER by Kiara Letcher
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...
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...
LEARNING A SONG by Jyothsna Phanija
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...
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...
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...
SEEK A TRUTH THAT HOLDS by Mark Vogel
Topography of the Historical Map
Others napped as the Rocky Mountain Sunday snowdrifted thick while we slow touched, increasinglynaked in the living room, gluing ourselves tight,until together in the spring storm our eyesgrew large living...
PERVERSION by Kristal Peace
I Will Miss the Train
My shift starts earlyOn the ward, so I seeAnd hear what mostOf my countrymenOnly learn about second-hand.For instance,
This morning the sunStretched its armsRather timidly. I’ve never seen itBe so shy....
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...