By: JD DeHart The simple human sway of path leading to path, we went our separate ways, only to be reunited briefly years later, thanks to digital tracks. You were still an atheist, person of few words, and we reminisced…
By: Keith Moul Fargo winters see drifts stack atop a snowflake. Ignore fact in favor of illusion and lose feeling. So after church we gather at a home, do a count of heads and recount all present on the safe side….
By: Keith Moul Not diverse, but abundant in possession: on lonely grasslands, farmlands, plains or rare marshlands, suited species excel in fevered climate of inhospitable places. Here I choose a likely spot among them, adept, camouflaged, but only to observe. Shelter…
By Michael Lee Johnson Classic 70’s chick scent of these times gold digger want to be. Poet & scholar stuck on T.S. Eliot “The Waste Land.” She tracks down a few stray men, prospect hunks, & greenback dreams. Her long…
By Michael Lee Johnson The angels of wings are always in flight be the devil or archangel Michael. I’m a hawk, I’m a night owl night barroom flights, fighter, seeing eyes that eye me contact, not blind, a rhythm of…
By Michael Lee Johnson Death is a bitch and a whore comes with hat on or off, Jewish, Christian or lover years ago called Nancy. Death is a passport, a left behind baggage note. My leverage sinks, I see you…
By Chinese Poet Yuan Hongri Translated by Manu Mangattu Ah! Into a pleasant hallway of gold Thou did the crystal of the sky mould. A shining City of Gold Chanting unto me from far afield. Into the golden gate…
By: Wendy Loh Frozen fountains in the street, My breath was weak and out of heat, Not enough of whiskey, perhaps – ah, indeed! One more round to drown my putrid grief. She loved those fountains down the street, It…
By: Wendy Loh Virtual flowers for lovers in a cybertronic century This is like drinking cheap instant coffee Overtly sweet, flat, quick, with a taste that dives into the bottom of sour bitterness A dead fish soaked in diluted perfume…
By: Steve Deutsch What are we if not a mix of stardust and desire? A shell that screams I want across the wanton landscape Those of us not saintly or demonic may temper ache with kindness, a balm of sorts for…