
The Green Line perseveres
by Amy Baskin —for Ricky Best, Taliesin Namkai-Meche, Micah Fletcher and the young women they defended on on the train in Portland, Oregon on May 26th, 2017 notice how platforms … Continue Reading The Green Line perseveres
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by Amy Baskin —for Ricky Best, Taliesin Namkai-Meche, Micah Fletcher and the young women they defended on on the train in Portland, Oregon on May 26th, 2017 notice how platforms … Continue Reading The Green Line perseveres
by Caitlin Waltz “The color shrieked.” -Edvard Munch I walk along a bridge with no beginning and no end, the sunset reflected in the faded streaks of color in the … Continue Reading The Scream
by Rick Viar Porters unlash you after the desert, your breathing a brittle, sweat-faded book you decide you’ll keep. It is time to be forgiven for lies, absinthe, … Continue Reading Rimbaud’s Last Stand
By Thomas L. Winters
You know nothing
about the snowfall
the coming blackness, or
the silver rain bolts spying
By Griff Foxley
A lonely heart invited me over and was elated I’d seen the scroll in the bottle,
And had responded of all things, yes. Of all things, yes.
So I ventured. But frittered away on dirty stoops and dim, private alleys along the way,
Lost my way a time maybe two maybe two hundred. But here I stand at the scroll’s address.
By Jen Rouse
You trap the sun
in endless Ball jars,
line them up like
tiny souls on
the window sill.
By Mark Belair
I was maybe 20
in this taut dream, not
looking back to that age or
knowing I’d returned to it, but simply
by Michael Hammerle
That boy’s gonna’ be
a heart taker.
He’s got
our father’s eyes;
By Marc Swan
Three in the morning,
AC howling like a banshee dancing
on a wire. I shut it down
with a punch of the button.
By M. Stone
Dear stained glass Jesus:
they tucked me between pews
so I could imagine my heart
as a cardboard box, flaps open
to entice you.
By Barbara Alsop
The soft paw strokes my face
purr rumbling like a deep earthquake.