By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Lost Sagacity By sounding smooth or inviting, sagacity often vanishesAmong words, turns of phrase, weird little expressions. Consider; a surfeit of depression, weight gain, glandularTrouble, fatigue can be sourced to rhetorical brouhaha. When fighting “monsters,” one’s…
By: R.T. Castleberry THE SILENCE IN FALLING Staring down a waning January moon,I feed dry brush to the campfire,watch the desert track of freight carsrounding a mesa silhouette.Wild dogs yelp, loping the crossties.Rising night pulls at my hat brim,carries bright…
By: Doug Bolling Urn Times 0ne night a year I attend theesteemed artist telling of his life,his travels through the longtunnels that become poems, poems in their rich cream,their motions and soundsthat lift from the pageand mingle with theshadows. 0ne…
By: C.G. Ward Replicas The builders refurbishing the flatbelow are producing replicasof famous sights. Glimpsed behindrubble, dusty cloths and the Gaudícurves of bent radiator pipes are an MDFTaj Mahal in the kitchen and the ceilingof the Sistine Chapel lovingly reproducedin…
By: Paweł Markiewicz I am through a superb window – looking.An angel of feeling awakes in me.The dreamy oak-trees stand alway leafless.The native auspicious cue is just large. My scenery – the enchanted verdure.The moony old barn of Ted my…
By: Jack Berexa A divinely parted sea,Meaning…invisibility? Tides rearrange.Shift,Lift,Missed,But never to not exist. A divinely parted sea,Meaning…bless the majority. Red does not sink.Redglistens,listens,christens. Then Red prefers, incurs,Red…Covert? Overt? Covert.Covertly saboteurs. But still by divine by Holy by perfect intervention,Moses guides…
By: Alan Berger Beyond the front doorOut the windowBetween our bloodAnd our poresAs we try to explore this and that and suchFor people like and un-like usLove is just another excuse to go nuts With at least one blind eyeAnd…
By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin He confesses at the midnightWhen the earth sleeps to reduce burden of pains,But satan walks door to door to hinder. Satanic verses engulf himDue to emotion in pain with short temper.Hells laugh at as rage is…
By: Andrea Myinga One day, we shall all die but thatWill be the end for some and forOthers the beginning of restful rets This world is too big to be understoodWithin short length of lifetime, withChains of surprises around our…
By: Ethan Goffman My poem is not in heaven, my poem is not in hell.Like scores of dozens of thousands of others,like the stars strewn across the cold night skyawaiting a dawn that may never come,My poem is in limbo….