By: Will Jones Great smelling food made my mouth water. I kept my eyes closed for a little longer. The spices reminded me of holidays I had been on. The smell of the meat took me to barbecues we had had…

By George Zamalea THE RIPPLING WIND It well may be part from the tall-grass county Disappearing into the Corn Belt, The furious echoes were still hearing Through the rippling winds! Sea of Corn and laughs I must say, Where the feeding…

By: Niles Reddick After two cups of coffee, I went outside, opened the garage, plugged in my electric saw, and lugged the ladder to the Holly tree next to the house. In the three years we’d lived there, the tree…

By: Michael Mogel Summer time walks, any time of day. Summer weather rain, a place to stop and linger. A place with metal roof, the rhythm section’s tight. They’ve played this tune before. Now that we are here don’t let…

By Michael Mogel Tire tracks fade in winters freeze A drunken winter – a spring time tease Brown pine needles slip from boughs Mittens drop to the wooden floor Wandering at night alone Watched from a winter window Like children…

By Thomas M. McDade The Dodge’s radio didn’t work but enough sightseeing on Route 1. Elsa’s Lodge looked like it should be in the Alps. The Holiday Inn close by struck me as classy. Maybe a Boston, or visiting player,…

By Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan Translated by Yuanbing zhang Ⅰ The golden sidestep of the days,ah! arranged golden ladders years. A mirror let me saw countless smiles of time. The long corridors of gold leading to countless crystal space-times. On…

By: Grant Guy the city i the city the steam of the city runs through my finger & fills the breath i inhale in carnal partnership of concrete & blood of the noise & clamor embraces like a lover can…

By Giles Selig Sad news just came from my poor sister About the beau she knew as Mister. He had a mansion on the boulevard, A maid and a Mercedes. He worked hard. A ton of money in the bank….

By: Josephine Greenland Are they really going to swim here? Ellen thought as the Syrians strode into Torne River. She assumed they were Syrians by their black hair and beards, and the rapid Arabic they were speaking. They had to be…