The old man in the cage
by Sean Lause
Pining
by Alison Turtlott
Hereditary
By Catherine Moscatt It’s one of those nights The tectonic plates in my mind Are moving again We seem to be due For an earthquake I share my fears, unburden … Continue Reading Hereditary
Big Ones
by Meghan Sterling
Upon the Discovery of the Existence of Another Golden Calf
By Holly Day This is how God must have felt looking down at His people dancing around the golden calf when they thought His back was turned, surreptitiously kissing fist-sized … Continue Reading Upon the Discovery of the Existence of Another Golden Calf
Chant
By Sanjeev Sethi Incompleteness in completion taunts my morningtide. Scowl to surface I alter ways. Fulfill- ment in frame is quintessence of essay. Ineluctability of end sets me off to … Continue Reading Chant
What Makes Me Mad
By Margaret Lozier Interjection! Insert opinion . . . ____here. I wasn’t aware that you Was the one to which I Was conversing. Objection! Insert opinion . . . ____here. … Continue Reading What Makes Me Mad
The Song
By Carol Hamilton Rilke says breath is the poem. God sighed us into existence, a longing for company. The emptied chairs around the table cry out to be filled. Once again … Continue Reading The Song
86’d
By Omar Alexandre i don’t write anymore instead i use emojis and post cat filtered selfies with approvingly categorized stylish corpses who dream of finding love behind black mirrors to … Continue Reading 86’d
Mount Everest Longs For the Moon
By Jonathan Travelstead for Tamara I know your face’s stone ash when it circles close. Your furthest ellipse has so long tugged my peak with gravity’s black hand … Continue Reading Mount Everest Longs For the Moon
Trunk Touching
By Carol Hamilton It was too much after all that longing, finally a trip to the real circus. The years of dashing down our street to watch animal cages and … Continue Reading Trunk Touching
What If
by Faith Diaz every floweryou ever pick,wilts at your touch, every kissyou ever plantseeps venom instead of passion, and every timeyou slowly outline my fingers,they melt away into someone else’s; … Continue Reading What If
It Was Early Evening
by Richard P. Mayer The wind blew open the door and Ozzie materialized. He slid in sideways, a faded reflection un-detected. A swarm of workaholics were struggling to decompress, swathed … Continue Reading It Was Early Evening
hometown
by Alahnna Balmeo Alahnna Balmeo was born in California, where she learned how to curse, but not swim. She was previously mentioned in the San Diego CityBeats as a … Continue Reading hometown
Cold Spin
By Kaja Weeks Cold Spin My sister is fifteen, I am eight. We’re on the ice wearing white leather skates. She—lanky, scowling, a brown ponytail swaying as she … Continue Reading Cold Spin
Stage Directions
by S.B. Merrow A Camp Skit in Five Parts Wherein A White Woman Plays Dead To See Where It Gets Her (Breathe) Part I. Wherein The Lion … Continue Reading Stage Directions