‘Goldfinch’ and other poems
By: Ray Cicetti Goldfinch On the Audubon trailI saw the goldfinch, dead,his black winged body broken neara thicket of thistle and sparse grass.The olive brown female abovecalled out, to distract me.And I […]
Riddles
By: Harvey Huddleston English came easily to Roman, as had the language of every country he’d lived in. Moving in his youth from one country of the Russian Steppes to the next, […]
Hero
By: Roliena Slingerland It’s Friday afternoon. You stand at your bedroom window wondering at the sheer destruction of the Albertan wind as it flips shingles off the roof, its fist plowing through […]
Finders Keepers
By: Eric Burbridge Is that an ATM envelope on the curb? Lamar pushed his empty shopping cart quickly towards the Citibank ATM center outside Kroger. The closer he got, the harder […]
Have you seen my little girl?
By: Gulshan Ara Honoring all the refugees around the world who are trying to escape man made terror, devastation, and starvation as the families divided & lost; In America, parents of children […]
Behind the hill
By: S.A. Red There was a house behind the hillThey say it was hauntedBy human beingsThey were alive unlike the childThe mother of two killedShe didn’t need to hideBecause no one knewWhat […]
‘Blunt Trauma’ and other poems
By: Richard LeDue Blunt Trauma The poems have gonequiet,like breathless swearingthat only exists in your headafter dropping a couch on your toe,but you still clear space in your living roombecause what are […]
D&G’s Rêves of Ancient Hellas at Agrigento
By: Sultana Raza Part 1 Was that woman one of the Muses, or a goddess? Would an Amazon who’d indulged in the trivial pursuit of walking the ramp be punished when she […]
‘Leave’s End’ and other poems
By: Ian C. Smith Leave’s End Her, crushed to his brass buttons, khaki,a tableau I longed to see again.I stared at him, a stranger to me.Her crushed to his brass buttons, khaki,at […]
Moses Is So Over It
By: Todd Mercer Listen up, ass-hats. I mean, friends. We’ve been wandering in circles like morons for forty years on what should’ve been a two-week hike, maximum. Life is short and this […]
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