By: Emalisa Rose I go for the wounded firstoffering a bag fill of what’sleft in the fridge; some daysi bring macaroni Roy says most likely his clawgot cut off in a fight; you cansee he’s the bull in the bunch.I…
By: Christopher Brooks Tequila I like a glass tequilawhen I sit to writea poemat night. The quiet in my roomis a delight,quitestill. The glass is thinits rim is finethe taste is sharp— piquant. ### Physics I tripped. And suddenly I…
By: Paul Jones The Emancipation of the Mermaid Tattoo The laser took her scale by scaleslowly moving from waist to tail.She had never been meant for him.He had led her out on a limb.He kept her there under his skinan…
By: Carl Papa Palmer Not the inviting cotton candy snowscene on a holiday greeting cardor sparkling fluffy flakes floatingsoftly in the shaken crystal globe, These wind whipped ice shards blown,thrown, stinging, not sticking, hurled,swirled across bare brown ground likelong white…
By: Amol Narayan Jadhao We have no nerve left to feelThe sofa felt the tiresome limbsAnd the ‘human’ fondled the road to rootsThe covered (mikes) mouths and shielded (cameras) eyesTelecasting the live bare pangs and sheer pains Has-beens of pavements…
By Theresa Gaynord The color white usually coversfeatureless walls, but when snowfalls and settles on the bough oftrees, it’s a recipe for awakeningthat is strangely comforting, likea white note, slipped subtly beneatha door, or the creak of a metal door,opening…
By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan Catch Phrase It had taken many professionals to snare it.Many more to transport and care for the phrase. As it worked its way around the perimeter of the enclosure.Mapping out its new surroundings. After all its…
By: Josh Brown ‘Coconut’ is a term used to denigrate someone as brown on the outside and white on the inside. “The Cocont Girl” is the second collection of poems from British born Punjabi poet Sunita Thind. BAME people born…
By: Chris Durand Night Sinking into now, Worries fall away, Soon to rest my head At the end of day. Moments of release Ebb away in peace. My heart softly beats. Consciousness retreats. Covers to my chin, Sleep is almost in. The world slips out of sight, Enveloped by…
By: Joan E. Cashin Love on the Road, or What I Did Not Want to Overhear A marriage proposal at the Hilton Hotelas I ate a salad at the next table in the restaurant: she said no.A screaming match at…