Poem: Peycho Kanev


Wait The bruised sky hangs above the street just to report that it’s leaving me for good The single begonia in my garden, illuminating the house at night, is leaving me too Hundreds of black birds seeding the sky – Wait Don’t leave me too! Let’s read a book together or write a poem or … Continue reading

Poem: Janelle Rainer


The Addict That bitter cigarette smell hangs on him like a drunk and stumbling friend, but I can’t tell him—he’s trying to quit the other thing and one vice at a time, please. So when he comes in from the porch I just smile, wipe the rain from his forehead and want to love the … Continue reading

Poem: Veronica Zabczynski


Why is December 19th Marked on the Calendar? Because our dog is the personification of excitement but he doesn’t like it: having his picture taken due to the puppy pornography ring he was in before you rescued him from that kill shelter in Kentucky. That’s our little joke. Like most, it isn’t politically correct like … Continue reading

Poem: Kirsten Imani Kasai


clockworks: rusted, spoiled here we are in a new forest trees leaves with serpentine tails creeping crawler roots wiggling tongues fluttering in that gilded breeze rife with snakes. coiled copper springs arrowheads sprung, throbbing Sing. Sing! For god dwells in details. (blood spattered sheets/meat hooks in the flesh) and i don’t want to give my … Continue reading

Poem: Elizabeth Tannen


Metaphor In the context of a river you’re an anvil, an artist, a quick silver flash. I’m a stick: black as a sleeve, I move through the thrush of your peculiar bank. In the context of an orbit you’re a sphere, shifting as a fork in a certain, beloved mouth. I’m home. In the context … Continue reading

Poem: Carl Boon


Plumfall The sidewalk’s black with them. They stick to the bottoms of our sandals and even the crows grow nauseous, coming constantly at the smell. Most love better the preceding flowers, the sides of buildings months before dotted white as the wind picks up. The dead are better for wine, most say, but mornings in … Continue reading

Poem: Dawn Paul


Avalanche Always, the lag sound traveling the distance, peak to valley Looking up from green Grindelwald at Jungfrau, white at noon On a flank, blade-sharp against the Swiss blue sky one puff of crystal snow rose trailed off in wind-blown streamers then—a bass drum struck with a cloth mallet That first time, I did not … Continue reading

Poem: Lucy Dunphy Barsness


Selkie Writing eases all things vinegar, like prodding cool peat with a salt-scorched nose. O the smell of wet earth! I used to carry land and sea in a tic tac box to take like tonic when in a desert or a parking lot. My mother told me that, when I was a girl pup, … Continue reading

Poem: Rachel Schloss


Open Sea I like to imagine Rumi as a whale, spouting words like water. I don’t know what whales breathe, and Rumi, did he breathe the water he wrote? I want to ask what life is, what it’s meant to be. I decide instead to write it down in words. On Friday, I saw a … Continue reading

Poem: Kushal Poddar


Right After Right after she leaves him he balls a corner of rain, tears it, hurls it at the speck on the horizon she becomes. I rock my chair. Watching anger moving the sky, sweeping darkness into a heap and blazing it with a simple matchstick. I rock and think where did he get the … Continue reading


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