Musings

  • Two Poems

    Two Poems

    by Lyn White RooksThere are just two pieces left.Two fragments of our dreams.Two castles in the air,the remnants of a gamewe playedwhere there was no winner.Like a game of chesswith an improbable ending.Just two rooks left on the board.More flying overour castles in the airleaving them behind. The Stack of StonesThe stack of flat stoneswas…

  • Baba Yaga

    Baba Yaga

    by Caitlin Copland I dreamed of the Yaga.She looked me in the eyetold me she would consume me. I was not afraid —even when she opened the skylightand began painting with my ashes. Caitlin Copland Quietly honing her wordsmith skills, she has recently found her voice in the rich soil of the Rocky Mountains. With the…

  • Mental Health Day on Sunset Boulevard

    Mental Health Day on Sunset Boulevard

    by Gabriel Ricard Emily and her huge teethhad to learn the weird-waitress-in-a-small-neighborhood-being-eaten-alive-by-the-bigger-surrounding-one-way that you can’t just decide to go to Hollywood,because that’s easier than telling everyonethat love is just the worst fucking kind of social contract. And then staying right the fuck there,with her feet on the ground,and her heart dividing to conquer the factthat…

  • Cafone

    Cafone

    by Salvatore Difalco Artist: Stephen Coley When my father was in the late stages of terminal lung cancer — chemo and two operations had not slowed it down — a group of his friends came to our house to visit him. They had been drinking. Giacchino Palmieri, his godson, the loudest among them, slurred and slobbered greetings to my father, who…

  • The Empress

    The Empress

    by Caitlin Copland Galaxies are breaking from your skin, love.Purple clad mystics, climbing stairwell veins,to breathe the tides of your good graces.Resting behind midnight blue arcanayou sit,Venus,crowned in sanguine stardustpouring seeded life over this half moon diadem.You are all things I am not.Holding this pomegranate worldwith open generosity,calling all those in need to drink.How could…

  • Forgive Us

    Forgive Us

    by Salvatore Difalco Artist: Julia Geiser “Ma,” my sister said, “we’re taking you to an appointment. We have to be there at ten o’clock. Do you understand, ma?” Maria, the oldest of my cousins, had come along for support. My mother trusted her. She smiled at Maria; her eyes looked bluer than usual that day,…

  • To Great Lengths

    To Great Lengths

    by Gabriel Ricard Your out of body experience may vary,and a lot of it is going to dependon where you want the kidswho won’t go hometo bring your bones, when you’ve drank everythingat some bozo’s inappropriate,fairly pathetic Cinco de Mayo,and you’ve committed yourselfto eating flowers by the thousands,voting in the lunaticwho probably won’t get a…

  • Heartwarming Hostage Situation

    Heartwarming Hostage Situation

    by Gabriel Ricard Doctors and other assorted medical personnel are moving in and out of the cafeteria with varying degrees of arrogance, exhaustion, and the sincerity to do more than the current limits of control for what most people consider reasonably kind. He imagines for fun that the next seven who walk in, pretty much…

  • Two Poems

    Two Poems

    by Elancharan Gunasekaran At The DoorShe’s there each night,as I alight from the taxi.My Wife — the cockroachis at the same spot.Waiting for me,inviting me tocrush herbut…I can’t. DilemmaI can’t tell,who’s the pest.Is it us orthem?I bet it’s us,no them, no us,ask them, fuck them. Elancharan Gunasekaran Elancharan is a multidisciplinary artist and poet. He has a…

  • Two Poems

    Two Poems

    by Toi Sibley My Poems Are My SongsMy songs are my poemsbut I can’t sing their hooksI never had the abilityit wasn’t taken by a crookanchored in gravitationbelieving my limitationsmy poems have been wrongeddeprived of becoming my songs. My Lover’s ArmsMy lovers arms are like an ocean when it is quiet and stillcreeping up onto the…