By: Adam Levon Brown  Motorboat silence cracks the open wave Mist falls on your parched ears While music enters through your rattling lungs Pomegranate lips squeeze through the open blind-shade Oleander sepulcher splattered on Pink Floyd’s Wall Departure from mainstream reality…

By: Dichter I, a priest, am waiting behind the magic rainbow, in the beautiful Druid-temple, illuminated by the fire, that does not burn brightly, but shimmers such the magical jack-o’-lantern its sparks and sparkles are called the earthly sea of wonderful…

By: William Ogden Haynes It was one of those billiard halls that was known for strong cocktails, great tables and a high probability of picking up a date. Often, he was lucky enough to meet a woman who asked him to…

By: William Ogden Haynes The old couple sits on the front porch drinking coffee, waiting for the bad weather, wondering how many more storms they will be able to watch together. From the porch swing they can see the pampas grass…

By: William Ogden Haynes “In all, after the plans were pushed through the City Council, 193 acres were demolished, 30,000 people were displaced, bars, jazz clubs, and other businesses were pushed out, and 41 acres were claimed as additions to the…

By: Tamra Scott-Hunt I don’t want to hate you…. I want to dig deep and remember the times you were civil, pleasant, and safe. I don’t want to remember the hot, cold burn of your leather belt, your bulging temple veins,…

By: June Hyuk Jung A heart as cold as stone Cynicism that is second to none Unable to see any other way And just worries every single day About what it could have been And always wants to know when Many…

By: Mary Bone I was in the Tribeca Valley Where the buffalo used to roam. The canyons echoed drum sounds from a long time ago. Corn was planted row upon row. Tribes gathered from all around To celebrate the food…

By: Mary Bone The clay people lived in the forest, Made pots and utensils, Hunted for food Lived off the land- Chanted around campfires, Made their own music Danced to a different drummer, They returned to the earth As the…

By: KJ Hannah Greenberg At the old café, she puffed nicotine’s charms Into a perambulator that swayed a bit; such Dragon-breath assayed her wrapped baby. Wasting no time, a waiter, urged by his manager’s Stare, scolded. His long finger wiggled back…