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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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;...