By: Rex Chilcote Early Morning It’s early in the morning when the only sounds you hear are the hum of the refrigerator and the stray car going down the road. If you […]
Poems: ‘Early Morning’ n ‘Physical Eyes’
‘Shopping list’ and other poems by M.L. Fenton
By: M.L. Fenton Shopping list She had beautiful penmanship (something. I’ve always lacked) I thought as I looked at her Shopping list: Pudding Hot dog relish Bananas (two, ripped from the bunch) […]
Ageless
By: Alan Berger It looks like someoneBeen chewing on my noseToo much sunAnd coke I supposeWhere I left my keysWho the Hell knowns?My pants are to bigFor my prick and my assGlass […]
‘Colors’ and other poems by Phillip Knight Scott
By: Phillip Knight Scott colors I love you as the night hangs gently from your brow, playing towards a twinkle, determined to turn your lips ( revealing the bliss […]
‘Terpischore’ and other poems by Mahala Spillers
By: Mahala Spillers Terpsichore Leather bound arcane gesture; I feel it on my pulse. As I yield my wrists up to you, Terpishore sways between the air gaps, Busting the pipeline alive […]
Field Marshal Sam Maneckshaw
By: Ram Govardhan On a cold February morning in 2007, President Abdul Kalam’s motorcade was an hour away from Coonoor, the civilian town near Wellington Cantonment in Ooty. He was on his […]
Made in Taiwan
By: Matej Purg The boy’s feet barely touched the floor as he sat at the dining room table. He was staring at his math book, but he couldn’t focus on the problem […]
Sudden Death on Melrose Avenue
By Matej Purg It happened on a Tuesday afternoon, a block or so from where I parked my car. I was certain to get a ticket now, navigating hordes of slow-moving tourists […]
“There was a guy in divinity school” and other poems by Ron Riekki
By: Ron Riekki There was a guy in divinity school so into Jesus Christ that he kind of made me not believe in God any time I was around him. My neighbors […]
‘Reflection on the Wall’ and other poems by D.S. Kheder
By: D.S. Kheder Reflection on the Wall When I was thirteen, I sat in front of my mirror, once, twice, too many times, seeking assurance that my reflection still looked pristine. I […]
