Poetry
Poem – When They Are Gone (By Strider Marcus Jones)
when they are gone, mourn them as you knew them soluble as the elements they were- water soil fire air. sat at the bar in smoke whiskey pint- slow craic drifting in out of banter in stories someone's laughter turning ...
Poem – Overpass (By Allison Grayhurst)
Overpass In the gravel hole slumbering in cold fatigue open and open is tomorrow never arriving. But pale and pasty sickness in my mirror is all I see when I look at my changing body, changing again to form ...
Poem – Answering Machine (By Donal Mahoney)
■ Answering Machine My wife’s upset because I won’t answer the phone in the middle of the night even though the phone's on my side of the bed. And I say that’s because after all these years we ...
Poem – 27th HIGH WAY (By Ajise Vincent)
■ 27TH HIGH WAY tonight, cobblestones have eaten into the earth, the potholes are gone; tender voids, noxious like hollows of black holes. the congestion twirls & begins to evaporate like smoke. automobiles compete with winds. & the beggar ...
Poem – By Simon Perchik
Embedded and this statue still tightening its grip tries to revive the horse expects its crumbling reins to smell from leather and crowding --you squint the way the general looks for a small thing encased in a season exactly where ...
Poem – EVER EXPANDING (By Joseph Cavera)
EVER EXPANDING (By Joseph Cavera) I can not request the mercy of man, for it does not stem the tide which rages inside my expansive psyche. For it is the very same empathy which is the harbinger of further condescension, ...
Poem – Prophylactic Measures (By Frank De Canio)
Prophylactic Measures Like any doctor versed in patient care, the campus carry, gun rights advocate had listened to the PhD’s despair. For students now bear guns, while poised to get an education in philosophy. She heard with empathy the gal’s ...
Poem – Bumping Into the Sky (By Michael H. Brownstein)
BUMPING INTO THE SKY You think intolerance a white paste you can spread across the air. Day comes with a break between minutes, the red flash of the red-winged blackbird, a greeting from your I’noGo tied* slung not to your ...
Poem – Once this bedroom door is closed… (By Simon Perchik)
Once this bedroom door is closed the rug deals in flowers, its dark scent reaching up where your eyes expect sunlight and miles away the heady whiff from a firefly --already she's naked the woman you just this minute inhaled, ...
Poem – I Too Shall Marry (By Wafula p’Khisa)
Once they spot me All my bakoki disappear Like dew in the morning sun Pledging to see their halves Or take children on rounds Leaving me desperate. I too shall marry because I disgraced not my uncle To curse me ...
