By: George Freek WHY I DON’T SLEEP WELL (After Su Tung Po) The moon is the head of an axe,splitting the darkness in pieces.Leaves fall in the night.dying without a fight.They die so gently,it almost seems right.When I look at…
By: John Grey NADINE You’re out of time and place,having so many silent letters in your name,and drawn to the jukeboxin the dusty window of the antique score,while in the books you read,you stand up for the misfitsand prefer to…
By: Alan Berger I have no answersI have no questionsI have not, nor I will find the road to blissNo matter the inspections But I have remedied this Do you notice things about you?Without being toldOr like meDo you have…
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Memories not Cancellations Cancel Culture did away with Mr. Potato’s head,Censored an epic picture show of the fallen South,From here to there, deleted tweetle beetle noodlePoodles, capsized monuments, likewise memorials,Similarly, smited abolitionist Hans Christian Heg’sLikeness. We…
By: Vitalia Strait A pair of brown boots is all I have from you.Maybe they’re a little bit like the way you were,A tad scuffed and worn in, but beautiful too.I wouldn’t know; you wouldn’t let me remember. I unzip…
By: K. A. Williams Deer In The Yard Some deer wereeating grass in my yard.I tried to take a picture,but the motion scared them.They leaped away.So fast.So graceful.So pretty.I hope they come back. ### Cat’s Visit I was going to…
By: Elise Lerner I wake a life raftlost at sea. I pry my eyes openbut they spring shut.I march throughthe thick fog, of my soul. Fairies and goblinstaunt me, whisking awaylast night’s dreamseven after I beg themto stay. The only…
By: Christopher Johnson The Menominee Forest is thick with woods.The forest vaults across northern WisconsinNear Peshtigo where hell broke out and claimed the sacred lives of hundreds of Americans the self-same week as the Chicago Fire—1871.We have penetrated this forest…
By: Lorraine Caputo NORTHBOUND JOURNEY We climb above thesmog of Quito. Nieve dustshigher mountain peaks. ~ ~ The fields of purple-flowered potatoes, green corn.Snow streaks Cayambe. ~ ~ ~ Through towns. Adobehomes one with the earth. Cook firesmoke seeps through…
By: RC deWinter rubrication your skinbronzed by your labors in the sunis no soft envelopewrapping your bone and sinewit’s the parchment of years spentdoing what men doi want to illuminate the pagesof this book of hourslet me be the quill…