Brad Rose: “August, California Central Valley”
Brad Rose August, California Central Valley Cicadas weep at August’s unbearable oblivion, as noon slumps against the oaks’ missing shadows. Brad Rose is the author of the collection of poems and...
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Matt Quinn [untitled] Rumours of terrorists in my heart – I set up checkpoints. Matt Quinn of Brighton, England has very little to say for himself and so rejoices in the one-sentence limit imposed at...
View ArticleMatt Quinn: “Apostasy”
Matt Quinn Apostasy From a crack in the great grey orthodoxy of pavement, a shocking heresy of green. Matt Quinn of Brighton, England has very little to say for himself and so rejoices in the...
View ArticleMatt Quinn: “At the water’s edge”
Matt Quinn At the water’s edge I write your name in pebbles – not sand this time, but still, the tide. Matt Quinn of Brighton, England has very little to say for himself and so rejoices in the...
View ArticleClaire Zoghb: “Beach”
Claire Zoghb Beach To find my father now would be like finding the other half of this oyster shell. Claire Zoghb is awaiting the arrival of a new chapbook and fragrant moonflowers in her garden this...
View ArticleKen Chau: “A Rabbi’s Opinion is as Valid as Anyone’s”
Ken Chau A Rabbi’s Opinion is as Valid as Anyone’s I don’t think that I am Christ-like but the rabbi is insistent. Ken Chau is a poet living in Melbourne, Australia, whose collection Possible Lyrics...
View ArticleSara Adams: “I Spy”
Sara Adams I Spy I spy with my drunk little eye myself. A very small bit about me in bio format: Sara Adams entertains herself mostly by writing experimental, found, and collaborative poetry, some of...
View ArticleSara Adams: “To Water”
Sara Adams To Water I can lead myself to water but I can’t make her stay. A very small bit about me in bio format: Sara Adams entertains herself mostly by writing experimental, found, and collaborative...
View ArticleM.J.Iuppa: “Glancing Out the Window”
M.J.Iuppa Glancing Out the Window Again and again, now more frequently, I think about death and how it will have me un- aware of its intention to take me away from this— which is full of occupation—...
View ArticleMike Harrell: “The Projector”
Mike Harrell The Projector Suddenly the days moved faster– light flickering through the south window of the parlor as through the lens of an antique projector, shadows leaping erratically across the...
View ArticleMike Jones: “American Sentencing”
Mike Jones American Sentencing Common by nature, Apple, Shell, and Time shall be uncapitalized. Mike Jones has taught in Oakland (CA) public schools since 1990, and continues to learn much from his...
View ArticleSarena Tien: “Polyglot”
Sarena Tien Polyglot “Wǒ bù zhī dào” / « Je ne sais pas » / “I don’t know” is what I want to tell people when they ask how many languages I speak because even though I learned Chinese at home, French...
View ArticleSarena Tien: “Wǒ ài nǐ”
Sarena Tien “Wǒ ài nǐ” “Regisrasin,” my mom says, and I correct it to “registration” which she repeats, the word lilting into a question that I answer with “good,” the same response I gave her when she...
View ArticleNeil Creighton: “See”
Neil Creighton See See how on this rainy day the honeysuckle dresses in cream and gold and how on frosty mornings the humble wattle displays her summery-yellow sprays or how through the gloom of grey...
View ArticleJoanna Brown: “Shoulder”
Joanna Brown Shoulder Failure sings to me as she perches on my shoulder, right next to the chip. Joanna Brown is a recovering academic living in Reading, England who writes at...
View ArticleGil Hoy: “Inertia”
Gil Hoy Inertia Frozen-ground-swells g n i s i r topple massive stones atop the tallest walls. Gil Hoy tries cases before juries in Boston,...
View ArticleGil Hoy: “To Alice”
Gil Hoy To Alice Your father never forgot your mother, the pain was just so great that he had to bury the kryptonite in a steel tunneled chamber to continue the journey that you would have wanted for...
View ArticleJoel Thomas Katz: “Amsterdam”
Joel Thomas Katz Amsterdam As a KLM wide-body glides overhead toward Schiphol, the heron asks if there’s any hope of being beautiful. Joel Thomas Katz is a Silicon Valley poet who has worked as a...
View ArticleJoel Thomas Katz: “After the Pheresis Donation”
Joel Thomas Katz After the Pheresis Donation The technician wraps my crook-of-arm puncture site with bright blue adhesive gauze, connecting my body to the sky that lately has eluded me. Joel Thomas...
View ArticleJoel Thomas Katz: “The Horizon Snatchers”
Joel Thomas Katz The Horizon Snatchers What’s left: no place for day to end, no distance far enough from now, no frame for the restless ocean. Joel Thomas Katz is a Silicon Valley poet who has worked...
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