By: Paweł Markiewicz The springtime wakes upin may glory and dreamsin May-tender homeland O! Dreamy moony springimmortalize the enchantmentof the Naiad forever! the pensiveness of a feather from crowsyou are black such a muse-like falchionthinker with many oboliI listen to…
By: Brian Michael Barbeito There was an ugly man beside me. I am heavily trained and practiced in anti-oppression frameworks. I was perhaps the star social service worker of my Provence, perhaps beyond. There is that, yes, but there is…
By: J.K. Durick Even though most of the restrictionsHave been lifted I still carry their cardIn my wallet, buried in there with allThe rest, my driver’s license, insuranceCards and credit cards. It’s my “RecordCard” for Covid 19 vaccinations. FirstOn the…
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Fun Hoover Sucking up all fun ain’t no man’s idea of party brio.Much better to hent joy on occasions than endeavorEntentes with miserable others. Abstruse behaviors aside, grunting, frowning, snarling, mostlyAmounts to otiose conducts. Instead, lend…
By: Chris Kim Sculpted by hands of an Eastern craftsman,A story begins in the land where the sun expands.Cherry blossoms flutter, unfurling the past,Yet dreams dance westward, tethered to the mast.We set our sails, a sea of stars our guide,To…
By William T. Hathaway Shiva Nataraja In my autumn backyard I do puja to you,chanting your names,offering fruit, flower, and flameto the Lord of the Cosmic Dance.Falling leavescast dancing shadowsover your shiny brass body.The wind is blowing the leaves away,bringing…
By: Josef Wachs Until Then BewareThe end is nighThe story is near its endSummer is nearly hereThe school year is almost endedBut until thenThere is workUntil thenWe press onUntil thenWe lookUntil thenWe watchUntil thenWe waitUntil then ### Black and White…
By: Itay Eisinger Above allI miss the MOMANot the museum itselfBut the concept. Kissing byBethesda FountainTo confuse the cops,Finding that tinyFrench restaurantHardly known even to its owner–The forgotten Polish philosopherWho helped Lech WalesaTo form Solidarity. I was poorer than now,Poor…
By: John Grey AFTER COVID I’m paying visitsto those I haven’t seenin the past two years. Sure, there’ve been Emails.And phone calls.But a life is more than justthe sounds it makes,the words it taps out on a keyboard. I’m knocking…
By: Jim Bates Two brothersWandering hills and fieldsBreathing the rarefied airWalking through deep woodsCool and greenTromping across warm meadowsFragrant with wildflowersThey’d stop along the wayField books handyIdentifying what they observedMeadow rue and sweet cicelyWhite daisy and prairie blue stemThey were…