By: Jake Cosmos Aller January January arrives cold as death warmed over As I make my annual list of resolutions Of the great things I would do The lies I tell myself to keep me going While recovering from the hangover…

By: Alan Britt I hold a gecko, mottled tangerine, fat tail, black eyes glistening like papaya seeds as if to guess my next move. Wise gecko. Gary the gecko— ultra-sensitive tail supports 32% of his preserves as carry-on. Gary the gecko…

By: Alan Britt As in poetry, so in basketball. A-frame garage’s 9 foot ice-cycled hoop above blue-gravel driveway or immaculate Indiana hardwood, makes no difference to me, but to Wooden urging freshmen to embrace basketball the way they embraced life, placing…

By: Alan Britt When Robert E. Lee Clayton, decked out in granny dress and bonnet, wheeled and threw that Ninja star into the burning forehead of a shivering horse thief, we got a glimpse, if only a microscopic hint, of our…

By: Tracy A. Powers It was that night that I saw you Not with wide-open, eager eyes But with a seeking heart– You relaxed on the floor, breath quiet and steady As I cautiously approached, All dark curly hair, and gentle…

By: Tracy A. Powers On a walk through hidden, urban woods Amber, red, and gold nestled inside Fallen leaves crunch under the stride of my boots’ heels With a sound like brittle popcorn crushed. After a collection of quiet moments My…

By: William C. Blome There’s a cast of several characters dancing furiously on the bar: There’s a witness called Ondine and a seamstress named Cornelia; There’s a fishwife ‘goes by Yowlu and a pastor ‘comes to Karlson; There’s a greenbottle fly…

By: William C. Blome Unlike your usual snowstorm, this one came in through blazing sunshine, a mosaic of dares and filaments and scoffs too (if you cock your ears just right and catch the drift of its foul-mouthed taunts, a pernicious…

By: William C. Blome Fishing off the low bridge in the dark, I’d guess it’s close to midnight, and I know your window’s five rows down, three boxes across, but I’m watching instead the corner lights on another building flash on-and-off…

By: G Dean Manuel Close your eyes, dream a dream, let loose thy lies, burst reality’s seem. Crystal clarity, within darkness enclose, fall short the human parody, a moment that time froze. Black falls upon black, subjective truth is shattered, the…