Lana Bella: “Sculpting”
Lana Bella Sculpting Poached to that stroke of precision, worthy of a surgical opera house, were your fingers sculpting exact to her gentle sighs. VIETNAMESE: Giẫm lầy ngay đó đột quỵ của chính xác,...
View ArticleLana Bella: “Boa”
Lana Bella Boa Somewhere near the grooves of its wordless slither, the dragon tattoo wraps itself like a boa around her back. VIETNAMESE: Một nơi nào đó gần khía cạnh của từkhông lời trượt của nó, cái...
View ArticleLana Bella: “Hyphen”
Lana Bella Hyphen She remained in repose, a hyphen between a child and an adult. VIETNAMESE: Chị ấy tiếp tục sự yên tĩnh, một dấu nối giữa một đứa trẻ và người lớn. A Pushcart nominee, Lana has a...
View ArticleJohn M. Bellinger: “The Manchurian Ex-Candidate”
John M. Bellinger The Manchurian Ex-Candidate No running, anymore, I am hidden in a choson-ot of promises, distracting you with fabric dyed in credible colors. John M. Bellinger is the former managing...
View ArticleH. Edgar Hix: “Flash”
H. Edgar Hix Flash The sound of one soldier falling in dry sand. H. Edgar Hix would rather write poetry than have sex- tuplets.
View ArticleH. Edgar Hix: “Plash”
H. Edgar Hix Plash The sound of one soldier falling in dry sand. H. Edgar Hix would rather write poetry than have sex –tuplets.
View ArticleH. Edgar Hix: “Incapable of Sound”
H. Edgar Hix Incapable of Sound The blizzard’s deaf world was incapable of sound until the limb snapped. This is the 2nd of 3 consecutive poems we’re running by H. Edgar Hix.
View ArticleH. Edgar Hix: “Precipice”
H. Edgar Hix Precipice I pile my ashes and proclaim “My fire was here!” while fearing even the tiniest breeze. H. Edgar Hix is widely published and has appeared here and on Right Hand Pointing, and...
View ArticleLen Kuntz: “Home for the Holidays”
Len Kuntz Home for the Holidays My daughter’s black eye is the gift she brings home for the holidays, her slippery as a fish, not wanting to talk about it, avoiding my eyes when I say, “This isn’t over...
View ArticleSteve Klepetar: “Beethoven, they say”
Steve Klepetar Beethoven, they say died with his ears turned inward toward flame. Steve Klepetar admires those who can write a good one sentence poem.
View ArticleHannah Mahoney NORTH
Hannah Mahoney North I remember in the mornings the bright snow-reflected light in the kitchen window, as though that light shone always in that window, as though it were the antidote to the nights we...
View ArticleAllison Rhodes: “Clean Slate”
Allison Rhodes Clean Slate After he left, for good that time, she grabbed the remaining scrap of his soap and thumbed it down the drain. Allison Rhodes spends her time at family gatherings writing...
View ArticleM.J. Iuppa: “Another New Year”
M.J. Iuppa Another New Year No snow to speak of on the city sidewalk, or ice for that matter; only a black Mercedes-Benz with tinted windows pulled tight to the curb where a lately bagged Christmas...
View ArticleKay Pillai: “Smile”
Kay Pillai Smile A little scar and a little crease met at the corner of your eye and made me a promise today. Kay Pillai lives somewhere in India every day, and does little else.
View ArticleElizabeth McMunn-Tetangco is our guest editor for March.
We are pleased that one of our most frequent contributors, Elizabeth McMunn-Tetangco, is our guest-editor for the month of March. Her first pick is Joanna M. Weston’s “Beach Scene.” Thanks, Elizabeth!...
View ArticleJoanna M. Weston: “Beach Scene”
Joanna M. Weston Beach Scene We kiss while the lake shimmers in the heat. Joanna M. Weston has had poetry, reviews, and short stories published for twenty-five years....
View ArticleHowie Good: “To a Student Who Asks…”
Howie Good To a Student Who Asks, ‘Can I Do Something for Extra Credit?’ When refugees from the fighting drown trying to reach shore, you can memorialize the spot with plastic flowers, dead flies, and...
View ArticleBrendan Gillett: Haiku with Subtitles, Translation, & Interpretation
Brendan Gillett Haiku (with Subtitles) あの。。。ぼくは [Ah, so…as for me] こどもに日本語 [like a child in Japanese] で話せます。 [how it is spoken.] Haiku (with Translation) あの。。。ぼくは こどもに日本語 で話せます。 Hesitant, for me...
View ArticleJosh Weston: “An Entrance”
Josh Weston An Entrance No limning of the speed with which the bat zips into the crush of boughs — I paused, knelt to shut the window — soundless fallout leaves already touching down. Josh Weston lives...
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