X. P. Callahan “Urban Pastoral 2”
X. P. Callahan Urban Pastoral 2 Pink neon pontoons, underwater streetlight moons and schools of taillight make a resplendent planet of a rain-wet avenue. X. P. Callahan is the proprietor of...
View ArticleSandra S. McRae “Lily’s Spelling List”
Sandra S. McRae Lily’s Spelling List Among the recitation of all the ways to spell the phoneme |ü|, in her jaunty ten-year-old print this is what jumps out at me: beauty beauty beauty beauty beauty...
View ArticleSandra S. McRae “Driving Lessons”
Sandra S. McRae Driving Lessons I teach what you need to know –signal, turn, accelerate, merge– so you can one day leave me. Sandra S. McRae thinks you are pretty terrific.
View ArticlePreeti Talwai “Adults”
Preeti Talwai Adults That morning, over burnt toast, we fought about the electric bill and the trash you hadn’t taken out, but that night your shadow puppet apologized to mine on the candlelit ceiling...
View ArticleNeil Creighton “The End of the Day”
Neil Creighton The End of the Day In this tinsel world of botox faces, perfect orthodontal smiles and all those desperate attempts to keep youthful looks I’m thinking about the headlong stampede of...
View ArticleJimmy Pappas “Waiting Two Hours in the Doctor’s Office to Hear My...
Jimmy Pappas Waiting Two Hours in the Doctor’s Office to Hear My Mother-in-Law is About to Die I learn Kanye West wants to have jet planes flying overhead when he marries Kim Kardashian. Jimmy...
View ArticleDavid Hanlon “Interment “
David Hanlon Interment Who knew you could bury so much of yourself in the graves of the ones you’ve loved. David Hanlon is a Bristol-based poet who can be followed at https://twitter.com/DavidHanlon13
View ArticleClaudia Serea “Even if you don’t believe in angels”
Claudia Serea Even if you don’t believe in angels You still have your life, heavy, crumbling, dry, and you can’t carry it, but you have no choice, but to carry it, a cement cross on your shoulders...
View ArticleClaudia Serea “Poetry is”
Claudia Serea Poetry is Poetry is of no use, but it stays with you like a blind dog that sniffs your troubles and licks your hands and your eyes, especially the eyes. Claudia Serea’s poems and...
View ArticleClaudia Serea “Self Portrait”
Claudia Serea Self Portrait Claudia is to a cloud as chalk is to chocolate. Claudia Serea’s poems and translations have appeared in Field, New Letters, 5 a.m., Meridian, Gravel, among others, and she’s...
View ArticleEsther Cohen “Varanasi”
Esther Cohen Varanasi If my vocabulary were better than red yellow fuschia maybe then I could tell you India. Esther Cohen wishes she had a bigger vocabulary. She publishes poems every day at...
View ArticleJohn Hicks “At Night in the Hut at Wang Gaew”
John Hicks At Night in the Hut at Wang Gaew Memory’s brass lamp yellow softens darkness into the ceiling, and in these corners, goes gray. John Hicks writes his poetry in the thin air of Placitas, New...
View ArticleJ.R. Solonche “Aesthetics”
J.R. Solonche Aesthetics A poet I know showed me a letter he got from a reader in which this reader complained that his poems weren’t universal enough, and this so frustrated the reader (who called...
View ArticlePeter Bakowski
Peter Bakowski Tourist couple At the lip of the volcano, their fierce argument continues. 2018 represents Peter Bakowski‘s 35th year of writing poetry. His poetry continues to appear in journals and...
View ArticleAndy Fogle “The stories”
Andy Fogle The stories The stories weren’t true, but they helped. Andy Fogle is a Virginian living in upstate New York, a poet studying education, and a musician teaching high school English.
View ArticleNancy Kay Peterson “Technological Impact”
Nancy Kay Peterson Technological Impact Where will blackbirds perch when we’ve all gone cellular. Nancy Kay Peterson likes epigrams.
View ArticleNachman of Breslov “A Very Narrow Bridge,” translated by Catherine B. Krause
Nachman of Breslov translation from Hebrew by Catherine B. Krause נחמן מברסלב — כל העולם כולו כל העולם כולו גשר צר מאוד והעיקר — לא לפחד כלל. A Very Narrow Bridge The whole world is all a very narrow...
View ArticleF. J. Bergmann “We Call This Living”
F. J. Bergmann We Call This Living White and angular, my mother’s plastic-upholstered furniture expressed not minimalism, but absence. F. J. Bergmann edits poetry for Mobius: The Journal of Social...
View ArticleLisa Zaran “You Tell Me I Am Wrong”
Lisa Zaran You Tell Me I Am Wrong I shift my gaze because to look you in the eyes may cause tenderness and everyone at some point in their lives dreams of winning. Lisa Zaran thinks life is a dream...
View ArticleLisa Zaran “Falling Star”
Lisa Zaran Falling Star I feel in some ways a child again, living in a moment, reliving a memory that has just now crept up, I follow the path of dreams, I deserve the world. Lisa Zaran thinks life...
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