By: Doug Van Hooser Stray Bullet In Chicago stray is not a dog with sad eyes It’s not a bar ribbed cat meowing at your door It’s a piece of harm that tears flesh and splatters lives A Chicago omelet of…
By: Megha Sood 1. Aberration I’m an aberration, An anomaly, A certain twist in the tale How do you feel when you masks peel off in layers? and every time you shred your pain and misery You see more layers…
By: James G. Piatt Idols of Stone Idols of stone, the remains of the ancient times of dinosaurs, pharaoh’s, pagan priests, kings, and tyrants, rest on tiny pebbles in a soft forest grove. They are silent during the day but speak…
By: John Maxwell O’Brien Down by the Echo Lake (A Villanelle) Down by the echo lake in spectral dreams tin souls prepare their wake Green hands ring round the rake A lime of veils down by the echo lake Watered…
By: Stephen Mead Watering invites you to become all things littlest: Grub tongues, star-nosed moles, avid Aphids & missionary bees… Butterflies also, the fluttering migrations pass on, resemble the sun, shade, scent… So we are ephemera lasting gigantic as we…
By: Daniel de Culla A teacher asks Little James What balls are those that don’t have hairs And Little James answered quicly: -None, teacher, because all the balls And more those of Villar Have hairs. There was laughter by spoonfuls Like…
By: Daniel de Cullá “Autumn Spider” (Song Caminos Rancheros/Fall Equinox 1975/Gioia). The Great Blafigria, Vol. II E III Once there was a spider Just finishing her web But autumn came With red and yellow leaves, and the wind That blew her…
By: Hope Anderson Lye Brook Falls, Vermont You have to walk a rocky path, careful not to twist an ankle or stumble and fall, the stones tripping you up like character flaws reminding you to be patient, careful, mindful. Your…
By: Sanjeev Sethi Audition Catachresis is absence of education not lethargy. Frame of reference as narrow as width of knowledge. This is it about good-looking people, their bodies do most of the business. Or do they? Foibles come by and by….
By: Stephanie Musarra No words left to say No words left on my page The seconds tick by As I fly into a rage A blank stare upon my face I’m in a bad way The deadline draws near As she…