Steve Klepetar: “Diamond Sky”
Steve Klepetar Diamond Sky We found ourselves beneath a sky we couldn’t recognize, one made of waves undulating in the night like the diamond belly of a snake, until we heard sirens calling us to...
View ArticleKeith Nunes: “I said what!”
Keith Nunes I said what! Everything’s at stake when you leave the tight security of sleep and appear downstairs among the rubble of last night’s truth-telling rampage. Keith Nunes struggles daily with...
View ArticleKeith Nunes: “the woebegone days”
Keith Nunes the woebegone days Her casual callousness halved my weight, changed the tone of my voice, frightened off my friends and decimated my serotonin. Keith Nunes struggles daily with whatever...
View ArticleKarlo Sevilla: “How a Cove Is Formed”
Karlo Sevilla How a Cove Is Formed The shore circles forward its arms in ballet’s first position, then in its open embrace nests ocean’s fingertip. Karlo Sevilla is a Filipino freelance writer whose...
View ArticleJon Densford “Armadillo Koan”
Jon Densford Armadillo Koan The master encouraged me to seek the mind of an old armadillo with a red parachute climbing a cottonwood tree. Jon Densford prefers the oldest and southernmost of the two...
View ArticleBrad Rose “The Angry Dead”
Brad Rose The Angry Dead During the excavation, relatives were forbidden from viewing the skeletons, which made them very angry. (A found poem, lines taken from “Bring Out the Dead: How Archeologists...
View ArticleBrad Rose “Snake Charmer”
Brad Rose Snake Charmer The delicate charms of the snake charmer belong entirely to the snake. Links to Brad’s published fiction and poetry can be found at http://bradrosepoetry.blogspot.com.
View ArticleAaron Wiegert “Theological Haiku”
Aaron Wiegert Theological Haiku For a wager with the wrong Deity, Pascal finds himself in Hell. Aaron Wiegert recently bought a new brand of bananas.
View ArticleJ. R. Solonche “Winter Trees”
J. R. Solonche Winter Trees I marvel at how they prepare, at how they lie down while standing as tall as ever in the ground, (at how they look like they are standing as tall as ever while they are...
View ArticleHowie Good “Changing of the Guard”
Howie Good Changing of the Guard I want to shout, “Hey mister!” and throw blood at the wall and decorate my face with it, and if there are guards in the room, they will just shrug and shuffle away, and...
View ArticleHowie Good “Writer’s Block”
Howie Good Writer’s Block Inside my head, there is a great silence, a refrigerated, cellophane-wrapped rose. Howie Good was born like this, he had no choice, he was born with the gift of a golden...
View ArticleCristina M. R. Norcross “Carnival Ride”
Cristina M. R. Norcross Carnival Ride If I tilt my head, feet swinging on a carnival ride, I can catch a quick glimpse of the glow softly resting on my hair,but it is only a swift, quick recognition of...
View ArticleCristina M. R. Norcross “Traveling”
Cristina M. R. Norcross Traveling Spirit slips through cracks— the open mouth of the universe, the dancing limbs of wood that bang in the wind, trying to find a way in. Cristina M. R. Norcross is the...
View ArticleBronwyn Sharman: “The Dig”
Bronwyn Sharman The Dig Moments before I unearth, from its cluttered pile, the hand trowel I once placed somewhere inside my garden shed with some past version of my fingers, there forgotten by last...
View ArticleKeith Nunes: “escapee”
Keith Nunes escapee When I die my singular self will return on the other side of the lake and looking back I will see my wife in the garden talking to the neighbour about the weather and I’ll feel like...
View ArticleSherry Howard “Venom”
Sherry Howard Venom His words failed him, until the sting of a bee reminded him that pain is fleeting, and forgiveness is possible. Sherry Howard is a poet and author from the beautiful state of...
View ArticleSteve Klepetar “Dear Leonard”
Steve Klepetar Dear Leonard I know I said the tea and oranges came all the way from China, but I actually picked them up at Whole Foods. –love, Suzanne Steve Klepetar is like a bird on a wire, like a...
View ArticleMichael McInnis “4 lines, 33 words”
Michael McInnis 4 lines, 33 words (after John Cage) More than halfway through I’m beginning to think we met in a silence so deafening that the only sound you hear is your heart beating as if tinnitus...
View ArticleMichael McInnis “Silence between the leaves”
Michael McInnis Silence between the leaves (after Jürg Frey) The wind in the maples, oaks, pin cherry, beech and birch sounds like a ship at sea. While in the Navy, Michael McInnis chased white whales...
View ArticleMichael McInnis “Untitled “
Michael McInnis Untitled We faded after each caress like a mis-spent meteorite, flashing across the sky in the rubbery embrace of gravity. While in the Navy, Michael McInnis chased white whales and...
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