Falling in love again by Adrian Alie
Your gentle eyes calm me as we lay side by side, our legs tangled together so we don’t break apart. The humming of the A/C fills the hot air, working … Continue Reading Falling in love again by Adrian Alie
Three Poems by Bill Routhier
the miraculous is so the miraculous is soand we so adultywave it awayas if so socomplacency in copious richesanother Edenic dayho huma blue jay featherI seed them dailyone left this … Continue Reading Three Poems by Bill Routhier
Two Poems by Qiang Meng
Great Fish in the Sky Taroko the whale shark died 18 yearsafter his relocation to the Georgia Aquarium. Acquired from an illegal fish market,he would need a shroud the size … Continue Reading Two Poems by Qiang Meng
GYM CONFESSIONS: 2
two poemsI. miles per hourmy father and i areheavy footed pedalgoblins. i inheritedhis deliciousneed for speed. my father is an old friendof I-95. spent yearsmowing that pavementdown, crooningJohnny Cash, John … Continue Reading GYM CONFESSIONS: 2
My Mom is the Worst Workshop Partner
By Adrianna Gordey i read some of your poems her critiques were shrikes impaled me on a thorn savored my self-esteem with … Continue Reading My Mom is the Worst Workshop Partner
Here
By Jemma Emele I stand here, in front of the mirror of the bathroom in my friends house and I look at myself and through the window the sun shines … Continue Reading Here
Dead Language
By Evan Tassin All the eulogies for the horse. All the slack and rambling. All the more reason to fall. On your knees you could drain it down. I won’t … Continue Reading Dead Language
The Good Son
“Don’t worry. She was gone by the time she got to the third step,” he says, describing the fall that resulted in your mother’s ill-timed death. You’ve just parked in … Continue Reading The Good Son
Mine Falls Park, Nashua, NH
By Val Vanderburgh I knew to listen for you at the not-quite-hill slumbering at trail’s end It was there where we first smelled the soccer fields ringed by a thousand-thousand … Continue Reading Mine Falls Park, Nashua, NH
Donostia
The bike race comeseach year to San Sebastianattacks the famous peakat Jaizkibeldowntown the old manpulls his robe aroundhis ageing bodyshivering beneaththe northerly windeyes squinting overa cup of instant coffee remembering … Continue Reading Donostia
Gold
By Madison Brown I stare at golden treetops as the sun sinks slowly. Trees are strengthened by the decades they’ve lived. It makes me feel so young, so small. Like … Continue Reading Gold
ode to (pleasantly) drowning in a pink tidepool on world poetry day
By Anabelle Taff the cherry-blossom ocean backwash laps the hump of my chin,splatters over my rose lips. saltwater has never tasted so delicious.i smile at the authoritative sun and tiny, … Continue Reading ode to (pleasantly) drowning in a pink tidepool on world poetry day
Frozen Boots and Boiling Lakes
Poetry is our salvation. By Austin Allen James Are we the jazz worthy of the Harlem River?Is the riff kind? We do not understand forever—onlynow. Human gospel lives in black … Continue Reading Frozen Boots and Boiling Lakes
the night is not what you think
By Corbett Buchly the night comes in like a broom brushing away the grasps of sun with streaks of moon ribbon and void grins of empty space the night is … Continue Reading the night is not what you think
The Metro
By Richard Schreck Clinging to the nearest seat back for support, Marta Novak stood in the crowded aisle as the metro train descended below street level. Strangers’ bodies pressed in. … Continue Reading The Metro
Three Minutes
By Allyson Petrek The instruction pamphlet says to dip the stick in for five seconds. Then, wait three minutes, no more than five. Because if you didn’t time things correctly, … Continue Reading Three Minutes