Karen Stanislaw “Where most are/too shy…”
Karen Stanislaw Where most are too shy or numb to investigate, you lodge, mossy and shadow, awaiting dictation. Karen Stanislaw, fighting for her right to poet, is in current wrestle with – relatives...
View ArticleScott Hughes “Visitation”
Scott Hughes Visitation My brother sits across from me in the prison visiting room, his jumpsuit the color of coffee-stained teeth, and says, “Keep the letters coming. Whenever I read them, I’m free.”...
View Articlehenry 7. reneau, jr. “The Book of Hours”
henry 7. reneau, jr. The Book of Hours The sun sets on enhanced interrogation, even as it rose, exponentially, on drone strikes, like the sum of collateral damage became a euphemism, beyond our...
View ArticleBill Yarrow “Life”
Bill Yarrow Life Life is a brazen Chevrolet in whose locked glove compartment Death, disguised as a map of New York State, lies curling at the edges. https://billyarrow.wordpress.com/ is a website, not...
View ArticleLarry Schug “Job”
Larry Schug Job I carry my burdens, sing my songs, hold goodness within, not much different, it seems, than a common wooden chair, the bells of a working clock, an ordinary vessel of clay. Larry Schug...
View ArticleKarlo Sevilla “Wisp”
Karlo Sevilla Wisp Candle flame flickers and quickly you turn from flesh to silhouette and weave through the curtains then exit the open window and float above the storm-swept garden where the frogs...
View ArticleJ. R. Solonche “One Cannot Use”
J. R. Solonche One Cannot Use One cannot use a pen and a pistol at the same time, and that is all I have to say on the subject of poetry as therapy. J. R. Solonche has been publishing in magazines,...
View ArticleMegan Bushey “Alas! Our Limitations!”
Megan Bushey Alas! Our Limitations! If the alpaca could fist-bump, it would. Megan Bushey grew up in Vermont but is currently living in Pittsburgh, PA working as an editor for the After Happy Hour...
View ArticleHowie Good “To My Father, Who Asked What My Poems Mean”
Howie Good To My Father, Who Asked What My Poems Mean Little, very little, almost nothing in fact, just the blind howls of a barren woman giving birth to something unexplainable in a dark corner of...
View ArticleHowie Good “Overdose 2.0”
Howie Good Overdose 2.0 There are many places where a person can get lost and not even realize it until they are lost for good, but maybe you did find hints along the way, seeing things that weren’t...
View ArticleHowie Good “An Unfortunate Juxtaposition”
Howie Good An Unfortunate Juxtaposition It’s heartbreaking and difficult to hear about, but beached whales attract sharks, and that’s when she called the cops, the three worst things you can do. Howie...
View ArticleHowie Good “Wind Song”
Howie Good Wind Song There’s so much going on here it’s always worth getting out of the car, and if you listen really quietly, you can hear the stream flowing and these people who survived by eating...
View ArticleHannah Bleier “Guthertz”
Hannah Bleier Guthertz I wish I’d met him after I stopped hating myself, for he was kinder than I was, more easily pleased, and unlike me, comfortable seeming feminine, which made him more masculine...
View ArticleAnna Butcher “Someone Collects My Old Self Like It’s Snakeskin”
Anna Butcher Someone Collects My Old Self Like It’s Snakeskin Seven is the number of completion and I have been completed two times shedding off my old selves like snakeskin ghosts waiting to be...
View ArticleSteve Klepetar “Ballast”
Steve Klepetar Ballast I ride the air balloon of your love, soaring higher and higher as I drop the ballast overboard: my ego, that anvil, that anchor made of lead. Steve Klepetar knows it’s the month...
View ArticleAlan Toltzis “Happiness”
Alan Toltzis Happiness Their house filled with dither and din, misheard repetition, and misrepresentation as if they were on some plaintive search for a key when she remembered hers —buried deep in her...
View ArticleAlan Toltzis “Surely”
Alan Toltzis Surely He bent to her whisper, his posture a devotional. Alan Toltzis (alantoltzis.com), the author of The Last Commandment, lives in Bucks County but likes Los Angeles more.
View ArticleAlan Toltzis “How to Listen”
Alan Toltzis How to Listen Cover your eyes and listen to the wind, not its complaints unsettling leaves but its stillness— an apology murmuring through pin oaks the moment it subsides. Alan Toltzis...
View ArticleMarsha Burke “The Organist”
Marsha Burke The Organist The organist rode a red mare, the beads on her blue ball gown bouncing to the tune of horses’ hooves. Marsha Burke is an artist and amateur musician living and working in...
View ArticleJosé Enrique Medina “Second Thoughts”
José Enrique Medina Second Thoughts As I walked towards the cliff, the steering wheel of my heart turned, guiding my feet instead to a bougainvillea bush. José Enrique Medina earned his BA in English...
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