Romana Iorga “The Pond”
Romana Iorga The Pond Writing is like fishing in that silt-choked pond behind your grandfather’s farm, where you knew you were unlikely to catch anything, since there were no fish left, only frogs, and...
View ArticleAddie Eliades “Umbrella Lullaby”
Addie Eliades Umbrella Lullaby Sometimes the rain is soft enough to count to sleep. Addie Eliades is an associative slowpoke from Virginia.
View ArticleAllan Lake “Law of Gravity”
Allan Lake Law of Gravity Through lattice & leaves in subdued café light I observe her, engrossed in her magazine, nibbling a french fry, dipped in something moist, adherent, unaware someone has...
View ArticleSteve Klepetar “Red Dogs”
Steve Klepetar Red Dogs Red dogs in the neighborhood, here’s how they hunt: teeth on doorknobs, tails mast stiff in a west wind’s blast, every paw a bloody flower on the street. Steve Klepetar misses...
View ArticleSteve Klepetar “The King’s Fool”
Steve Klepetar The King’s Fool The king hanged his fool today before sun lit up the sky, before heat roared in, roasting the spindly trees, but the fool returned with his tongue stuck out the side of...
View ArticleMargarita Serafimova “I love you as…”
Margarita Serafimova I love you as the bird loves the seed that she swallows and the air that swallows her. Margarita Serafimova was shortlisted for the Montreal International Poetry Prize 2017 and...
View ArticleA.T. Lynne “Beyond Vegas”
A.T. Lynne Beyond Vegas In the desert at dawn, a few steps beyond the glittery lights, the gambler—taking a break to breathe real air and count his remaining cash— smells the richly-scented creosote...
View ArticleHannah Silverstein “Weather”
Hannah Silverstein Weather Lately I’ve been trying to solve a problem with my heart, how it clenches, sometimes, as I walk up the street, how sometimes it flares with anger, and then the anger passes,...
View ArticleHannah Silverstein “Where to Look”
Hannah Silverstein Where to Look When you realize you were focused all along on the wrong thing— swatting mosquitos the moment the meteor flamed the atmosphere, your friends gasping while too late you...
View ArticleHannah Silverstein “The Tricycle”
Hannah Silverstein The Tricycle The girl—maybe five, maybe six years old, band-aid elbow, dirt-scrubbed knee— who (her brother calling her to race) pauses her green trike in the gravel dust to wave at...
View ArticleHannah Silverstein “Shapeshifters”
Hannah Silverstein Shapeshifters The goldfinches rise from the goldenrod as if the field had taken wing from flowers, discarding a life of dirt and crawling things for sky, if only as far as a branch...
View ArticleA.S. Coomer “Passive (Aggression)”
A.S. Coomer Passive (Aggression) I had to wait for the whole backhand to weigh the compliment. A.S. Coomer writes stuff, novels include Rush’s Deal, The Fetishists, Shining the Light & The Devil’s...
View ArticleLillian Hallberg “Specs Asunder”
Lillian Hallberg Specs Asunder He was an architect by trade, with meticulous plans and blueprints for his life, until she walked in one sultry night, and curves upset right angles. Lillian Hallberg is...
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Tomoko Sawada “Homeless”
Tomoko Sawada Homeless Her thank you was like that of 10 year old wiping tears away with both hands when i gave her 2 bananas so cold in this april night. Tomoko Sawada lives in New York City.
View ArticleSharon Suzuki-Martinez “Snake in Phoenix”
Sharon Suzuki-Martinez Snake in Phoenix If I had to describe the movement of the snake crossing a road in Phoenix this summer morning, ……………I would not say ……………………..it slithered, …………..but rather,...
View ArticleDavid Adès “Quest”
David Adès Quest Stillness: the inland sea explorer after explorer died to find. David Adès is an Australian poet whose most recent book Afloat in Light is available through UWA Publishing at...
View ArticleHeather Hennessee
Heather Hennessee Ruminations on Prom Night Sure as a baby giraffe in stilettos, I am helpless against your will and pristine form, remembering how I saved your baby teeth in a red velvet box. Heather...
View ArticleJ. R. Solonche “Summer Is Nearly Done”
J. R. Solonche Summer Is Nearly Done Summer is nearly done, fall almost begun, which I know because I hear the birds talking among themselves, and the insects whisper, with shriller wings, their...
View ArticleRomana Iorga “Room with a View”
Romana Iorga Room with a View All I can see out the window is your absence trimming the landscape. Originally from Chisinau, Moldova, Romana Iorga is a Romanian-American poet living in Switzerland,...
View ArticleSarah Dickenson Snyder “Newsworthy”
Sarah Dickenson Snyder Newsworthy An alligator just killed a woman in South Carolina out for walk just as I was today, the loop giving me two views of waves of mountains and the mist rising from the...
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