By: Ute Carson Stars in the Night I remember many delights. Riding my mare bareback across a meadow. My naked toes brushing the tips of dew-moistened grass. Waking up in my lover’s arms, feeling my heart race. Cradling our baby,…
By Mickey Kulp The bird on the wire The bird on the wire watches me trapped in traffic, caged, going nowhere. I pound the steering wheel, furious at the delay. The bird on the wire has a full belly for…
By William T. Hathaway “Obey me or die!” the orange-haired man threatens the world. “My drones know you’re home, and my missiles don’t miss. I’m Commander in Chief, CinC for short. I’ll sink you into the sea, fry you crisp,…
By: Stanford Chigaro Kelvin stopped and looked at the old house to his left. He had passed it every day since he started school three years ago. It was almost like Mrs. Smiths’ house a few blocks away, but the…
By: Channie Greenberg Daffodil Cream or gold vanity, expressed during fleeting weeks of wet and sun, You couldn’t work past life’s expectations when your ephemeral nature Limited your seasons. Hence, higgledy-piggledy, you grew on hillsides, In meadows, in middens’ depths,…
By: Jay M Peace A Chance: Hit by wild winds in a forest, Oh, perfidious dance, Of a dark moon, In an unfathomable trance. No speechless birds we, Nor with broken wings, Nay, mirthless in sorrow, In flight, our proud…
By: Judson Blake “There’s a man in that house,” said the child. His face dipped as he spoke. His voice was mewling. Sheila Tamm stepped back to look around the fir trees. It was a house she knew well. She…
By: Mary Bone The neighbors call me Goldie. The milk put out on the doorstep for me is perfect. I make my rounds on Kool Aid street every day. This block has always been mine since I left my scent…
By: April Mae M. Berza 2019 Philippine Senatorial Election Creatures from Philippine mythology ran for the senatorial election, the tiyanak was thirsty for flesh and blood just to remain in his throne while an old aswang wanted to avenge his…
By: Ilgın Yıldız “I can’t just speak and say nothing. That’s how we lose ourselves, the poem and I, in the hopeless attempt to write things that burn.”Alejandra Pizarnik, Extracting the Stone of Madness Marie Cardinal’s autobiographical novel Words to…