By: Raymond Greiner Jim Fletcher has been an archeological researcher for twenty years, sponsored by university grants and government funded research teams. His office is in his home. His laboratory is strewn with artifacts, and a variety of ancient stone…
(11 Bravo, A.I.T, Fort Polk, LA, November 1970) By: Chuck Orloski On bivouac in Kisatchie National Forest, a wild combat veteran Drill Sergeant promised the grunts, “No rain coming tonight, so no need for you m-fuckers to pitch tents! Just get…
By: Merl Bone Springtime is Here It was a time for things to come to life After a long, dormant winter. Everybody was filled with strife, Just like a festered splinter. The buds of flowers came out, Everything was bursting with…
By: Chuck Orloski Tilling time, a frail farmer’s pitch fork plunged deeply into dark European soil. Terrified, and to avoid harm, 100 earthworms burrowed to safety. It was never a good time to be a worm, and only one indolent…
By: Chuck Orloski Just outside D.C. Convention Center, at an illegal D.C. parking space, Terry the Tramp’s studded leather boot lowered his Harley Davidson kickstand. Looking upward into a crystal night sky, he heard a doorman’s voice, “Hey, Mister, why are…
By: Denny E. Marshall The One Launching a telescope into space At the beginning of the millennium Its lens can see different waves Our own eyes cannot see Besides recording change in temperature Measured in millionth of degree The data…
By: Denny E. Marshall The Collection You collect dreams Handle only with gloves Put them between plastic sheets To keep them new and un-faded Stack like record collection Never play even once Bury sounds and stories Under covers the unknown…
By: Sasheera Gounden Bed of cream Sheet of sugar Hot candle wax and a plate of ice Melting snow Stream of flies Yellow-orange streamers Ladybird years Butterfly wings Flutter
By: Sasheera Gounden You are bare A barren womb Asleep under the fig tree Within fresh dirt White clean stones and bits of calcium Jut from the feet Of the fig tree Fresh black beans and greyscale letters Permanent red circles…
By: Gaither Stewart The atmosphere was still peculiar and elusive, emanating a magical incantation he hadn’t fully perceived in his youth here. Nonetheless and despite doubts generated by personal experience, he felt that life was triumphing. Optimistic thoughts ran through…