J. R. Solonche “To My Eyes”
J. R. Solonche To My Eyes Thanks, Brother Eyes, if it hadn’t been for you two guys, I would have died face down in a rice paddy in ‘Nam in 1965, and here we are alive. J.R. Solonche is author of...
View ArticleAmanda Laughtland “Miss Match”
Amanda Laughtland Miss Match With the pen we won playing Skee-Ball I want to tell you how I used to believe I fit the world like a glove stuck in a sock drawer, but with you I can laugh at any...
View ArticleBenjamin Rozzi “Color”
Benjamin Rozzi Color In 1995, I smeared spaghetti into my high seat tray, making something that was once white stained, but in 2017, I know it was stained before me, and my hands were trying to make...
View ArticleLisken Van Pelt Dus “Healthier Lives”
Lisken Van Pelt Dus Healthier Lives Build healthier lives through exercise, the pamphlet vaunts, much healthier than raising legs across the door to block the three-year-old or doing shoulder shrugs to...
View ArticleH. Edgar Hix “The Echoes”
H. Edgar Hix The Echoes Worse than the screams are the echoes that whisper, “The emptiness is already here.” H. Edgar Hix is still H. Edgar Hixing around south Minneapolis to the pleasure of a few, the...
View ArticleHowie Good “The Storm That Was Given Your Name”
Howie Good The Storm That Was Given Your Name The very first time you were ever a storm grooms dyed their hair the hectic candy colors of old Wurlitzer jukeboxes, and either just before or just after...
View ArticleMichele Stepto “The Unfinished Poem”
Michele Stepto The Unfinished Poem It is not like seeing a bear loping across your path ahead of you on the road in the evening light its fur rippling over its muscles and blacker than the dark coming...
View ArticleMary O’Keefe Brady “Withdrawal”
Mary O’Keefe Brady Withdrawal On snow banks coins of frost mingle with salt deposits and nature cashs out. Mary O’Keefe Brady hates writing bios and prefers that you simply enjoy her poems.
View ArticleKatelyn Thomas “Sophie”
Katelyn Thomas Sophie The old dog, supine on hoary flagstone, revels in Indian Summer’s embrace for the last time. Katelyn Thomas finds constant inspiration for art and poetry in the details of life...
View ArticleF.J. Bergmann “Guardian Demon”
F.J. Bergmann Guardian Demon If you elicit true candor (which can be done in many ways, like sharing a six-pack, a fifth, or maybe even brownies with a special ingredient), you’ll find that pretty much...
View ArticleF.J. Bergmann “It Began as a Conversation”
F.J. Bergmann It Began as a Conversation He went on at length after she gave him an opening. F.J. Bergmann would have liked to proofread the universe before it went live.
View ArticleF. John Sharp “Taking on Water”
F. John Sharp Taking on Water ‘No cats in lifeboats’ is the rule, and I can watch only seven more hulls splash into the icy green darkness, before I have to say goodbye or not. F. John Sharp lives in...
View ArticleJ. R. Solonche “The Insects”
J. R. Solonche The Insects The insects in the trees are making the sound of machinery mellowed mild by the sun’s golden oil. J. R. Solonche has been publishing in magazines, journals, and anthologies...
View ArticleToby Sharpe “St Pancras”
Toby Sharpe St Pancras I am here waiting at the kiosk for the lazy perfume of your smile Toby Sharpe recently completed a masters degree in literature at the University of Edinburgh, where he...
View ArticleShauna Robertson “Distance”
Shauna Robertson “Distance” When I speak to Love of the jungle, tumbarranchos and toucans, he hears the cricket pitch, eggs benedict and a buzzard. Shauna Robertson’s poetry chapbook, ‘Blueprints for...
View ArticleShauna Robertson “Mutation”
Shauna Robertson Mutation There is no word for nights that reach backwards and help themselves to half the afternoon, or for a sea so hungry it eats its own waves, or for the pebbles you turn over and...
View ArticleDaya Bhat “Here’s why”
Daya Bhat Here’s why Listen to the soul in silence because lips pick up popular noise by default. Daya Bhat from Bengaluru, India loves reading and writing prose and poetry.
View ArticleDavid Hanlon “Breathing with the World at Large”
David Hanlon Breathing with the World at Large Approximately sixteen people are born & eight die in the time span of one breath. David Hanlon is from Cardiff, Wales. You can follow him on Twitter...
View ArticleSalvatore Difalco “Doll”
Salvatore Difalco Doll Tell me about the other side of you, the one I wanted to know when I first met you then lost interest in as your reticence lost air. Sal Difalco lives in Toronto.
View ArticleSteve Klepetar “They Named My City a Hundred Times”
Steve Klepetar They Named My City a Hundred Times Once for a woman with golden hair, and once for the spirit hills rising to the west when every street had a hundred names – Pear Street became Lion...
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