
Fitness
by Nick Soluri Nick Soluri is a writer from New York. His poetry has appeared in Five:2:One Magazine, Boston Accent, Occulum, Albany Poets, As It Ought To Be Magazine, and … Continue Reading Fitness
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by Nick Soluri Nick Soluri is a writer from New York. His poetry has appeared in Five:2:One Magazine, Boston Accent, Occulum, Albany Poets, As It Ought To Be Magazine, and … Continue Reading Fitness
by Nick Soluri Nick Soluri is a writer from New York. His poetry has appeared in Five:2:One Magazine, Boston Accent, Occulum, Albany Poets, As It Ought To Be Magazine, and … Continue Reading How The Living Change
by Nick Soluri Nick Soluri is a writer from New York. His poetry has appeared in Five:2:One Magazine, Boston Accent, Occulum, Albany Poets, As It Ought To Be Magazine, and … Continue Reading How To Have Sex When You’re Both Depressed
by Ted McCarthy The chord shifts from smooth to sinister,a wave of violet hoversabove the keyboard, the heat of imaginedyears shocked by an electronicchill: what have they doneto those sounds … Continue Reading Electronica
by Ted McCarthy Too many evenings taking in the distanceand getting nowhere.The sky’s a beautiful and wondrous thingbut nothing grows there. Ted McCarthy is a poet and translator living in … Continue Reading Sky
by Douglas Cole I am travelling along the bloodstream of this building and going down every corridor looking for the unseen terrible heart that keeps this going. I want to … Continue Reading The Companion
by Douglas Cole Somewhere, an old man is sitting in his dim cabin trying to make out these words. Did I write this? Muttering, fire crackling. He’s wondering, as ideas … Continue Reading Dead Center
by Douglas Cole I’m walking home from Charlie and Yumi’s house. Maybe it’s after one. Mist is sliding through the live oak trees, and I’m figuring out the geometry of … Continue Reading Getting Yourself Home
by Sean Lause
by Alison Turtlott
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
by Meghan Sterling
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
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
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
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