By Tom Zompakos Would that we could see beyond the heartThe compass Southed by any early blow swamps in pity and rotPlugs the hole with coke and chocolate; caviar and potChurns feet to dance floor beats or yanks the arm…

By Tom Zompakos The plague days made hermits of us all. It was a lesser challenge by orders of magnitude than Civil Rights or the Great Depression, the Civil War, the Revolutionary War, settling or anything like that, yet all…

By: Karlo Sevilla Cubao Expo Smoking Area, Night Led by the vine,mother cat and kittensclimb decrepit spiral staircase.Just for furry paws to treadand mortal eyes to see.My cigarette smoketwists and turns skyward,and together with feline family,disappears into the stratosphere. ###…

By: Mary Bone Sandhill Turtles One by one, baby turtlesgo down a winding path.The sandhill was always a place of safety.The shells will be their nightly home,a protection from the elements. ### Hatchlings Our mother hoversover us with juicy worms,beaks…

By Patrick Eades             We were in the garage by Christmas. The temperature refused to drop from 35 degrees at nine in the evening, our stomachs stuffed with prawns, ham, fruit cake and beer. John was half cut and I…

By: H.L. Dowless Today the woman in white will walk out to Heart Heat bridge.Nobody anywhere knows her true nameor what she is intending to do by sauntering out to the edge.Is she searching for a long lost ghost?Does some…

By: Daniel de Culla -Whe’re  you going, Poet? -With this bike that’ s going nowhere, I’m going to take a walk through the streets of Ampuriabrava, Girona, where I’m spending a few days and, if its tires aren’t  punctured, I’lll…

By: Daniel de Culla They say that Euthanasius,  to whom people  calls Coronavirus, came from China, after gorging on a bat as a first course; second: Pekingese dog, and as a dessert: grasshoppers and crickets, having a vast field in…

By: Albi James grace a restaurant deck, by the harbourin breezy sunshine – my cousin, a ministerspeaks of churches brunch arrived, she bows her headsilent in prayer I feel left out, as if two friendsare sharing a secret – one…

By: J.K. Durick You ask how often I walk the dog –well, after lunch, after our naps, he’sthere waiting, wagging, making thathumming noise he uses when he’sanxious I’ll forget, get in the car andbe gone without the expected walkthat fits…