By: Hardeep Sabharwal Fourth image of fear Man fearsWhen his pocket is fullAnd is alone on the unknown path Man also fearsWhen according to the fixed format of the routineA loved one […]
‘Fourth image of fear’ and other poems
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Summer of 1974, Indianola, Mississippi
By: Kathleen Williams Renk In the late 1960s, one of my best high school girlfriends dated an A+ student who was the star of the cross-country team. He was black. When her […]
‘Shiva Nataraja’ and other poems
By William T. Hathaway Shiva Nataraja In my autumn backyard I do puja to you,chanting your names,offering fruit, flower, and flameto the Lord of the Cosmic Dance.Falling leavescast dancing shadowsover your shiny […]
the white houses
By: Brian Michael Barbeito they didn’t record the time of incarnation, of birth, so no natal chart can be cast. I don’t know, maybe it doesn’t matter. I wonder sometimes at what […]
‘Until Then’ and other poems
By: Josef Wachs Until Then BewareThe end is nighThe story is near its endSummer is nearly hereThe school year is almost endedBut until thenThere is workUntil thenWe press onUntil thenWe lookUntil thenWe […]
Missing NYC and down
By: Itay Eisinger Above allI miss the MOMANot the museum itselfBut the concept. Kissing byBethesda FountainTo confuse the cops,Finding that tinyFrench restaurantHardly known even to its owner–The forgotten Polish philosopherWho helped Lech […]
‘After Covid’ and other poems
By: John Grey AFTER COVID I’m paying visitsto those I haven’t seenin the past two years. Sure, there’ve been Emails.And phone calls.But a life is more than justthe sounds it makes,the words […]
Hold My Hand MaNcube
By Val Chatindo “I’m pregnant Godfrey.” I look at her. A few months ago I would’ve praised my ancestors. Been thankful for the dilution of my strong genetic pool that bred the […]
Dialogistic
By: Rebecca Dempsey I stutter and eventually say hello. Because I have to start somewhere. In a dialogue, a greeting is as good as any place to begin. Yes. I’ve been waiting. […]
Botanizing
By: Jim Bates Two brothersWandering hills and fieldsBreathing the rarefied airWalking through deep woodsCool and greenTromping across warm meadowsFragrant with wildflowersThey’d stop along the wayField books handyIdentifying what they observedMeadow rue and […]
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