By: Richard LeDue The poem I never wrote would have been detailed(margins overcrowded as homeless shelters,words lined up like they’re waitingto cash cheques in a digital age),but it’s okay because at least in the backseatthere’s a grocery store bouquet of…
By: James Aitchison Accept your path andsee the way.Examine your inner self,abandoning fears and barriers.Retain your objectivity,remain dispassionate.Help others withoutbecoming involved in their lives.See them as you would a painting,examine the composition,their emotional colours,and move on.Acceptance is trust.When you trust,there…
By: T.F. Jennings Infinite Blue I don’t understand any of it.The moon, the ocean, this spinning rock. You name it. We sit overlooking the coastline high up on a knollthat was made seemingly just for us. The sun hangs in…
By: Dominic Moore prop closet Pick a book off the shelfand check if it still bangs.Rattle a story to seeif it still has life in itand turn the pageif it still has light.The heart of an actorexists only in what…
By: Josephine Forch Morose those creatures of dancers’ corpses are,the swans whose ambiguity dissolves in parts of sand.Whose plain pale feathers under the moonlight shine,and ribcages unravel human,puppets on a stage bearing skirts and faces unkind,Whose eyes solidify to melancholic…
By: Daniel Colbert In the beginning, word went round:“There’s something stirring up from the ground.”The angels made a happy sound.It was good. There’s a tree with fruit that opens your eyes;Suddenly, now, there’s truth and lies.It’s gonna be some kind…
By: Benjamin Thorne Thirteen Ways of Looking at an Unwritten Poem Iblack ants scurryrandomly,ignoring my commands IIa sinking islandof white spacesubmergedin a white sea,a melting icebergof thought IIIthe poem is a pregnant pauseuncomfortably waitingto give birth IVpaper blossoms with salt-water…
By: Tim Suermondt The Day is Religious And an angel on the streetcalls for me to come down. “Don’t you mean come up?”“Just do it,” she says, the irritationin her voice can’t be hidden. I put on my shoes and…
By: Andal Srivatsan I Wonder What I’d Do If I Were Invisible For One Day In my head, I’d be a samaritan – take on exigent issues of the day,like poverty. The other day, I spotteda young girl in the…
By: Steve Grogan “The Old Men” I’ll be one of them someday,the old men who wait on the lonely park bench. The October dust comesas Halloween breathes around them.Autumn glows on their shoulders. The old men sit therewaiting for something to…