By: James Croal Jackson 2014 Of course I remember how to be alone, how to drag a lawn chair out to smoke a shore and offer loneliness a bottle. But there you would meet me on a staircase of sand and…
By: Rimli Bhattacharya Death exists, Though she denied it, In front of her lay the lifeless soul of her son, He was buoyant day before yesterday. But today – Death exists, The mother in her wailed, Her world has gone…
By: Connie Woodring Birth… No choice here. An infant is placed on a roller coaster seat. The operator asks nonchalantly, “Oops! Did I fasten the seat belt?” after the car has made its initial climb. Gender… An exaggerated, distorted extravaganza of…
By Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan Translated by Yuanbing zhang Gold birds, ah! Flew above my head A golden ribbon Spreading out to me from the sky I saw the golden mountains Smiling at me in the distance The layers of…
By: Lauren Lubrino The road leads to the edge of the map Eroded gravel, torn billboards, a ship graveyard Arthur Kill’s museum of nautical failures Floating metal skeletons, landmark of years gone by “Keep out” is scribbled in graffiti On the…
By Lauren Lubrino Suspension bridges. Cameras installed on both ends. “They are watching us.” The iron railing was cold. His hands turned blue with web of purple veins. There is a netting below the bridge to catch those who decide…
By: April Mae M. Berza I ask for the galaxy in your eyes, each constellation dancing as we waltz in the Milky Way of deepest desire. The maiden moon playing jazz, the stars welcoming us in a night of hopes and…
By: April Mae M. Berza I buried Cupid’s arrows in my dreams and awoke thirsty of fires and desires. When I drank an ocean, zephyr sings a heavy dirge to reconcile the fears with my tears slowly battling like soldiers fighting…
By: Marc Carver The Seagul I want to be like one of those old seagulls who knows he is close to death. No goodbyes no farewells They just go out to sea and keep flying they fly until they die….
By: Daniel de Culla Being naked to bed From the bedside table Where my father kept condoms And historical naked stars Dreaming with them I took a big postcard That I thought was a chicken In a yard: It was…