By: Patrick Legay the sails flowed into the mouth bright and clean broad with the shimmer of the sun stealing from the soft blue surface call beauteous hard to believe the filth and dismay barreled below what is wonder to the…
By: Patrick Legay yes it can’t be denied that’s true and if you want more that storyboard like that I got a bunch — funny little family vignettes — like the one about me at 7 years old in 1954 look…
By: Sankara Olama-Yai I found god in your eyes Where had he gone Do you remember that night when I hit my head on the roof of a vacant train Your laugh was a heavenly lullaby I let my head lie…
By: Sankara Olama-Yai Your name is not a crime, Yet why is it whispered When my soul can still hear the thunder My heart screams your name to the luminescent pearl in the sky As if it can hear my regrets…
By: Robert Beveridge “Wie schön sang Else Feuske, als sie,/während dere Sommerferien,/in großer Höhe daneben trat,/in einen stillen Gletscherspalt stürtze,/uns nur ihr Schirmchen/und das hoke C zurückließ.”—Günter Grass, “Die Schule der Tenöre” It is not volume, it is pitch, how the…
By: Robert Beveridge delicious willow flings this blade of lust into my eyes comatose I see us entwined smothered forever I offer you this blade fear you will accept caress bloods my finger one lone drop falls to your thigh
By JC Smith3 I have to practice love ten thousand times let the long nights have purpose go to school on my spirit neglect knowledge turn away from the stuff and grace myself with friendship. A curriculum of charity in…
By JC Smith3 I try to see now what I should have seen then when the light shone so bright and the shadows were never dark enough I once would walk on when I could have walked home with the…
By: Ian Fletcher Look! There she sits as beautiful as ever reminding me of how she and I have been in the hallowed zone our love thus seeming a transcendent reality the rest of the world but an ephemeral dream. Ah!…
By: David Hanlon Growing up, he was caught in his bedroom with music and feelings or more often, a battle between them— one trying to escape the other. Those obsessions— Rubik’s cubes of insecurities, finally completed not by finding the right…