By: Sankara Olama-Yai  Your name is not a crime, Yet why is it whispered When my soul can still hear the thunder My heart screams your name to the luminescent pearl in the sky As if it can hear my regrets…

By: Robert Beveridge “Wie schön sang Else Feuske, als sie,/während dere Sommerferien,/in großer Höhe daneben trat,/in einen stillen Gletscherspalt stürtze,/uns nur ihr Schirmchen/und das hoke C zurückließ.”—Günter Grass, “Die Schule der Tenöre” It is not volume, it is pitch, how the…

By: Robert Beveridge delicious willow flings this blade of lust into my eyes comatose I see us entwined smothered forever I offer you this blade fear you will accept caress bloods my finger one lone drop falls to your thigh

By JC Smith3  I have to practice love ten thousand times let the long nights have purpose go to school on my spirit neglect knowledge turn away from the stuff and grace myself with friendship. A curriculum of charity in…

By JC Smith3 I try to see now what I should have seen then when the light shone so bright and the shadows were never dark enough I once would walk on when I could have walked home with the…

By: Ian Fletcher Look! There she sits as beautiful as ever reminding me of how she and I have been in the hallowed zone our love thus seeming a transcendent reality the rest of the world but an ephemeral dream. Ah!…

By: David Hanlon Growing up, he was caught in his bedroom with music and feelings or more often, a battle between them— one trying to escape the other. Those obsessions— Rubik’s cubes of insecurities, finally completed not by finding the right…

By: David Hanlon Night comes as quickly as snap-shut eyes, or the quick blink in the mirror before noticing how time has lined my forehead. A wealth of experiences between temple skin folds. I hold them all here on my face…

By: Linda M Crate it’s no skin off my nose if you don’t like me my heart is a skein of stars not everyone knows to make of, but i am a tapestry of galaxies woven into bones; i don’t…

By: Linda M Crate september wakes heavy on my bones for all it’s golden beauty i am always wound in nightmares of you because this is when you stole a piece of my soul i’ll never get back wish i…