By: Joe Hefta Lately I’ve been keepingTo myself, broodingDown in the basementDown in the workshopLooking over my tools andWondering, worrying whatWould you do with this or that.With suspicion. The awlBecomes a cause for […]

By: Fred Chandler In Sequester When the lone eyeCaught those childrenBowing their headsIn a blur of a shadowIt was of some signOf an equinox passingNo squeals or laughterJust silence of sleepingIn white […]

By: Monica Carroll Skin burn scar made Must. Slower at the tail. Nerve gives out, then I rush. Feel slower. We’re after second, not third. The kickback still surprises me. Who is […]

By: Sarah Lao In/Retrograde Say it is night, and outside, there is a man lying dead under the streetlamp. Skin tight jaundice stretched over tissue/socket/bonelike the dried pulp of paper-mache, there’s hyacinth […]

By: Linda Imbler Walking Alongside My Pen Blue inked penMy favorite tool.I, writing thoughts with coolmeanings unlocked,senseless garbling overruled.Mood on the upswing,old versions slipshod,new directions taken,my final declaration.Best grammar roped in,bad syntax […]

By: Sunil Sharma The sunset on a clean beach is a haunting poem.  Dad said once. I could not understand then. Now, I do. Indeed. Such a sunset is sublime…like poetry. The lines […]

By: J.L. Smith America America a patchwork quilt, a coat of many colors, unravels at the seams. Frayed edges, bare in patches across its broad surface. Fabric squares, once crisp, cobbled from […]