By: Kevin O’Keeffe Streetlamp I’ve long admired him, This steely Atlas, Denying the dark its nightly ambition. He is like a footman, stiff With some serious duty. Trusted, and attentive. Are we so different, he and I? He eyes the…
By : Amirah Al Wassif they said your voice shouldn’t be heardwe need a woman without soundthen I asked my godo lord, do I count?and he answered me in shortraise your voice and shoutthey said we need a perfect…
By: Steven Jakobi for Wally A bright blue morning, clean and fresh after the rain. An ordinary day of ordinary lives and ordinary tasks. Except that you left us today. A Wednesday in August. Like any other Wednesday during your…
By: Steven Jakobi Deep snow stills the woods, ice sparkles in the morning sun, but the longer days are brighter and the wind is a bit kinder. The February sky is filled with the nasal chords of geese, the sonorous…
By: Pawel Markiewicz The Angels are flying in pairs through dreamy eternity the legendary fairies dreaming overnight the dwarfish primal world with a dreamed imagination the Leprechauns on the open sea Dream gull escapes with high tide Apollo’s wings in…
By: Peter Magliocco black caviar with leftovers trudge into the nightfall of hungry consciousness & taste fallen fruit left rotting from a long-ago banquet. your daughter is nearly eleven, her bare feet pad softly across the mausoleum floor where leftovers…
By: Aila Doyle Ignore the sound and fury. Read my lines. A desire to have a life, one combined. A sophic man, seeing into my soul. A woman afraid of losing control. Foolish girl, frightened and pulling away. Grasping to…
By: Pawel Markiewicz I Moment (1998) The moment flies like wind. It always ends. You can only remember it in thoughts, dreams and tears. The moment does not die, but it stays in its heart. In the bird and in…
By: Linda M Crate don’t want to lose you i guess you could call this broken thing in me a heart, but i always put the pieces back together differently after it’s been shattered; i know i won’t recognize it…
By: Constance Woodring Humans exist for only a zillion zillionth of a second, and yet there are those who cannot endure even breathing that brief air of the universe.