By: Sobia Ali Insects live in crevices of an old wall A lizard also lives in a crevice Of the same wall The insects know about the lizard Lizard’ s intentions are well known Then what keeps the insects From…
By: Brooks Robards SNOW SHADE White shadows, the draff of snowfalls long banished by spring’s brew, linger on the lee side of fence posts piñons, junipers, all objects fit to stand before the sun. Not enough to green plant life…
By: Michael Mintrom If Joseph Cornell had been inspired by the Rolling Stones Box 1: ‘Time is On My Side’ Welcome to our small Shakespearian stage. Time Magazine covers hang on a wall: Marilyn Monroe, Elvis, JFK. Golden ropes pull back…
By: Riley O’Brien You simple boy, you inspire me to write. I love the way you look, talk and inspire, Invading my mind day and through the night, Always dreaming about my stupid desire. Let me compare you to an…
By: Emily Flores Looking back I realized how badly you needed me But I can never go back now that you’re gone You’ve loved me more than Kanye loves Kanye I never saw how much you wanted to cease to…
By Alan Berger Each and every day is a nightmare screamEach and every night is a high fidelity day dreamEvery hour goes by like a minuteEvery thought I think does not leave before I spin itEternity will for me never…
By: Barbara Gail Montero General relativity a world of gently curved spacetime a seamlessly woven fabric warped by the massive objects that set our spiral galaxy in motion its articulation is legato its purview, the large, the stately, the sublime…
By: Steven Fortune POST-ROTARY LULLABYE Silly but innocuous maybe even obvious of me to tell her blue was my choice colour of cat (Those overcast days of moist sidewalks and teal sky saliva vivify the whimsy in me) It made…
By: Linda M Crate eliminating myself i know this is about you not me, but i cannot pretend it doesn’t hurt; to know i care about someone who doesn’t care about me is painful to know i’m a choice not…
By: Fabrice B. Poussin Another Season Helping the horses along with the plow, he walks, boasting tan lines of one who never bathes in the sun, the eyes in a fight to keep the salty tears at bay. It will…
