By Michael Lee Johnson Classic 70’s chick scent of these times gold digger want to be. Poet & scholar stuck on T.S. Eliot “The Waste Land.” She tracks down a few stray men, prospect hunks, & greenback dreams. Her long…
By Michael Lee Johnson The angels of wings are always in flight be the devil or archangel Michael. I’m a hawk, I’m a night owl night barroom flights, fighter, seeing eyes that eye me contact, not blind, a rhythm of…
By Michael Lee Johnson Death is a bitch and a whore comes with hat on or off, Jewish, Christian or lover years ago called Nancy. Death is a passport, a left behind baggage note. My leverage sinks, I see you…
By Chinese Poet Yuan Hongri Translated by Manu Mangattu Ah! Into a pleasant hallway of gold Thou did the crystal of the sky mould. A shining City of Gold Chanting unto me from far afield. Into the golden gate…
By: Wendy Loh Frozen fountains in the street, My breath was weak and out of heat, Not enough of whiskey, perhaps – ah, indeed! One more round to drown my putrid grief. She loved those fountains down the street, It…
By: Wendy Loh Virtual flowers for lovers in a cybertronic century This is like drinking cheap instant coffee Overtly sweet, flat, quick, with a taste that dives into the bottom of sour bitterness A dead fish soaked in diluted perfume…
By: Steve Deutsch What are we if not a mix of stardust and desire? A shell that screams I want across the wanton landscape Those of us not saintly or demonic may temper ache with kindness, a balm of sorts for…
By: Steve Deutsch I have never been one to dive in. At Brighton Beach I’d shuffle seaward, slow as silt, while other children screeched into the ocean at a gallop, more race horse than human— faces shocked from whoa to joy…
By: Ian Fletcher They crucified Him but He rose again or so they claimed to vanquish death and worldly pain. Who would have thought people as meek as these could bring proud Rome to its knees and thus fall under His…
By: Aruna Subramanian Flying across the blue spread sky flapping my wings filled with thoughts, Swimming across the squirming stream wandering the mountains wrapped with trees, Splashing on the rocks Drowning in the falls Rising formless I roam in ruins on…