Ryan Michael Kershaw “Chinese Finger Trap”
Ryan Michael Kershaw Chinese Finger Trap I want to make it clear that this is not a metaphor for anything: I’ve got both my index fingers stuck in this Chinese Finger Trap and feel I will never escape....
View ArticleJ. R. Solonche “The Moon Over the Hill Outside My Window in the Middle of the...
J. R. Solonche The Moon Over the Hill Outside My Window in the Middle of the Day O, old over-the-hill movie star, so that’s what you look like without all the face powder. J.R. Solonche is the author...
View ArticleJ.R. Solonche “January”
J.R. Solonche January The lake is freezing over, but whose voice is that, the voice of the ice or the voice of the water? J.R. Solonche is the author of eight books of poetry.
View ArticleStephen Dodson “Country Western Tune”
Stephen Dodson Country Western Tune When the drink don’t make you forget and the smoke ain’t got you lit and the music ain’t pushing like you wish it would, baby, quit trying to be so good. Steve...
View ArticleJohn L. Stanizzi: 2 POND Poems
John L. Stanizzi 2 POND Poems* 12.21.18 8.14 a.m. 59 degrees (incredible) -after Wallace Stevens, “Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour” (Married 28 years today. It has been as close to perfect as...
View ArticleShaniece Devieux “A moment of renewed faith brought you to by:”
Shaniece Devieux A moment of renewed faith brought you to by: The Black boy about 9 or 10 you watch on a crowded Q49, make a call and say, yes mom I made it. Shaniece Devieux (featured in Entity Mag...
View ArticleGil Hoy “Animal Aptitudes”
Gil Hoy Animal Aptitudes No disrespect intended to me or the others, but it’s man himself I fear most. Gil Hoy is a Boston poet and trial lawyer who searches for winning poems in his legal arguments.
View ArticleJ. R. Solonche “If Trees Could Weep”
J. R. Solonche If Trees Could Weep If pine and oak, ash and larch, sassafras and sycamore, if all of them could weep, they should weep like the weeping cherry tree whose snow white tears are more...
View ArticleC G Holder “If Not”
C G Holder If Not If I cannot make a poem from the word cromlech then there are no wizards nor hidden realms nor doorways waiting in the bland landscape. C G Holder lives in confusion, a synonym for...
View ArticleF.J. Bergmann “Open to Interpretation”
F.J. Bergmann Open to Interpretation Well, it could be a metaphor for sex, but I prefer to think of it as representing the experience of being sacrificed on the altar of the great god Pan and then...
View ArticleHowie Good “How to Prepare for Heartbreak”
Howie Good How to Prepare for Heartbreak Summoning up a kind of rage, stubbornly walk, or even crawl, across a frozen sea and then pass through a hole in a fence, on the other side of which it’s dusk,...
View ArticleNatalie Jarrett “Augury”
Natalie Jarrett Augury I find it hard to distinguish between the faces of birds and plague masks these days. Natalie Jarrett impatiently awaits her second semester of senior year.
View ArticleVivian Wagner “Pre-Op”
Vivian Wagner Pre-Op You’re on a gurney, prepped, feet under a blanket warmed with energy that might or might not be the sun’s, and through you I see my mother, also on a hospital bed, feet beneath...
View ArticleVivian Wagner “Small Talk”
Vivian Wagner Small Talk “It snowed earlier,” I say to my neighbor, and he nods, says, “Yeah, I saw that,” as we both look up at the grey sky, our dogs straining on leashes toward spring. Vivian Wagner...
View ArticleAlan Toltzis (series)
Alan Toltzis (series) Goldfish They grew waddling fat— orange and white globes gliding through green waters to feast on insects and algae, flakes and pellets tossed into the pond, their own eggs and...
View ArticleAlan Toltzis “Deep Winter”
5 of 5 in a series Alan Toltzis Deep Winter Locked below a thickening block of ice, the fish slowed too, drifting downward to wait, weightless in watery space, amid cold blankets of sludge and debris,...
View ArticleAlan Toltzis “63.8 Degrees North”
4 of 5 in a series Alan Toltzis 63.8 Degrees North Earth angled into its inhospitable orbit tilting farther from the sun the water stiffened as its molecules expanded, aligned, slowed, crystallizing...
View ArticleAlan Toltzis “Binge”
3 of 5 in a series Alan Toltzis Binge Where I saw thin and yellowing locust leaves skittering through air like celebration, they saw something that might be gorged upon— swallow, spit, swallow again....
View ArticleAlan Toltzis “Beggars”
2 of 5 in a series Alan Toltzis Beggars Habit taught them greed gulping at food’s satisfying promise whenever I neared sending shadows across the surface that drew their pleading lips into the alien...
View ArticleAlan Toltzis “Goldfish”
1 of 5 in a series Alan Toltzis Goldfish They grew waddling fat— orange and white globes gliding through green waters to feast on insects and algae, flakes and pellets tossed into the pond, their own...
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