By: Barbara Caceres She had no knowledge of your plans the tools you’d use to escape wanting only to bask in this year’s vintage she asked no questions held no suspicions and when your demeanor calmed and you called to…
By: Barbara Caceres You can’t find beach glass on this beach anymore the artists have taken it carried it away by the bucketful hidden it in the closets of their bungalows convincing themselves it can no longer be shared with…
By: Barbara Caceres And he would not go when she wanted him to would not leave her with the speed of a Maserati or the stealth of a nighttime bomber he lingered and hovered and made his presence known playing…
By: Reese Scott jesus aligned himself with the autistic, the slow and retarded they followed directions jumping up and down till there ankles would brake jumping off hills and mountain jesus had a good sense of humor and made sure…
By: Reese Scott Kissing while you are sleeping over dreams that have been blessed with fire as dancers march in rigid steps wallowing over minds and rings over there in the corner sits a child hat on tight blocking the…
By: Reese Scott Winter is coming as I look out my window I can see the snow my radiator is turned on and as always my arms are tied tight behind my back the food is in the refrigerator and…
By: Saleh Sharif He sat at the table He ate what was given He greeted all who passed, and the ones sitting at the table What appeared was a man, like all who lived Wore a watch and a tie…
By: Priya Anand Flip-flops slap the muddy ground Stained by liquids best left unanalysed A gawkish stance on reed thin legs A faded floral print that touches scabby knees Eyes that have long seen and only begun To comprehend the…
By: M.F. Nagel The Lady of Dahn has gone the castle keep Gone the tallest tower Gone with the boy child Gone this Christ-mass eve. Burn My lord Burn White candles in black chapels. Hear bells Chiming bells Chiming A…
By: M.F. Nagel Now is the month of maying; Dance; For broken consorts (April was my mistress.) Now is the month of maying Sing we-chant it; A mass for four voices Smilieth bonnie lasses smilieth O’ care thou wilt dispatch…