By: Raymond Greiner The bush plane’s skis touched down on a frozen lake in Northern Ontario; from her co-pilot’s seat Amanda scanned the bleak winter landscape in the receding light. The fishing camp was closed and boarded up for the winter…

By: Linda M. Crate you are as sour as a blue berry noxious as smog ruder than an adder’s sting or wasp’s bite sharper than the thickest blade of obsidian night cutting into the heart of day yet you are…

By: Linda M. Crate dark lipstick tainted too darkly a consuming melody of tragedy thin wisps of blonde locks vacant sapphire eyes smudged with disapproval an elderly woman scratches off a lottery ticket as if it’s the only prayer she…

By: Linda M. Crate petals of my joy have been burned away from me you were an inspiration to become a better person, but you were a fraud not the moralistic wholesome christian man you made me believe you were;…

By: Linda M. Crate the white raven knows darkness it kissed her in the form of a silver serpent pretending to be a wolf loyal and true; his intentions a little more sinister than she cares to remember untrue and…

By: Taslima Nasrin Translated by: Kousik Adhikari I have written one Unique poem of water Plucked out a lotus from water Red lotus Water-lotus. Whom to give this water-lotus This poem There was one to give, He had an urge to leave…

By: Taslima Nasrin Translated by: Kousik Adhikari Much have been said About farming, cards, history, And of the two swans Walking on the grassy field In neighbor’s house! Now, let’s talk about body. Let’s touch skin, pores, Putting out evening lamp, incense…

By: April Salzano it didn’t make any of the sounds I had expected. No wailing howl, no shrill scream, not even a broken sob that lasted into that first night alone. No angry hyperventilating choke, no empty gurgle of loss, no…

By: April Salzano I cannot remember the last time I drove like this, the air of autumn filling every space of my interior with warm rhythm, uneven presence. I am not sure how a song by this title has much to…

By: April Salzano Latent Farsightedness, a hidden prescription you have compensated for all of your life, the eye doctor said. My pupils swallowed his face and most of the light in the room, dilated in ocular contraction. In other words, I…