LESSONS FROM MY FATHER by Yetta Rose Stein
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...
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...
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...
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...