By Bill Arnott Alfred Wallis I drop to a knee, graveside. Behind me blue-green water thrashes unseen reefwith granite stacks and blackened blocks of basaltsending streamers strafing skywardtowering ivory ribbons splashing frothy whitereversing ocean-liner celebration out to sea The grave…
By: RC deWinter in the shadowland you stalk my dreams,an incubus in nothing but a loincloth,laughing softly as you chase medown unfamiliar pathsuntil, finally,you capture me, holding meby my wrists. i’m frightened but i don’t want to flee.i want to…
By: David Francis The Bridge You were the one step further, you were the bridgeyou led me out to blue sky from a ledge I called out to a friend along the wayand I confessed to him my sorrow-lay yet…
By: Diya Wadhwana Evoke the light withinWhich never got shone,Road to cross; without sinThat we all walk alone. Some plains to walk,Some highways to lift,Some valleys to blockYet pass them without drift, Vehicles might knock you down,Stay away; from them…
By: Kate LaDew after reading and not understanding a word I hand the poem back, nodding, yes, yes, exactlyand it seems enoughas it has always been enough for meanother human voice saying yes, yes, that’s it exactly ### you talk…
By: Yearn Hong Choi My beloved auntie slipped out of my life since I made a call last timefrom America to Korea many years ago.When I tried to get in touch with her after a long while,I found she passed…
By: Phoebe Marrall These I saw: small onions laidwith their root discs punctuatingthe longitude poles. Polar caps,yes, navels to the earth wheretheir buried unions still hold. That space along the stalls,unpeopled on this damp morning,stops me (for it insists), with…
By: David Capps Rose A rose is like a flower:pretty, pretty and round.When terrible thingshappen, and dusk fliesapart, namelessly dark,it will still be around. ### Blip Irregularitywas made regularby regularity. Itregularly regulatesirregularity. Geeseflown into turbinesat night. The headSalome presentsat first…
By: Grant M. Armstrong Solitary confinementYou can fake an orgasmBut I cannot even fake a smileI said I needed a breakBut not one in the leg I haven’t left the houseIn four daysUnder a self-imposed house arrest I take this…
By: Paweł Markiewicz the liberty is the golden bosoma freedom – a diamond-like leaflet-homean eagle needs also a bit libertyI want to live in the freedom-beauty the freedom – silvern periods dreamy birdsIt is furthermore star from rubiesthere are smaragdine…