Category: poetry
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Extraction
Margaret Stevens is from Cazenovia, New York. After receiving her B.A. in Psychology from Bard College, she moved to New York City. She works in marketing in the fashion and beauty industry but she’s a poet at heart. She is delighted by folk music, street photography, and Italian greyhounds.
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The Song of Highway
by Angelica Liu Wheels spinning Highway unfurls Time is climbing On the golden tail of Summer Not as fragments of moments One after another But the smooth curve of waves Gliding with tunes on the radio The road extends on and on As vehicles chase one another— Large and small, tens of thousands A migration of…
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As the Current Goes: A Tanka Series
Maggie Kennedy sudden drop-off I have no choice but to swim stroke after stroke— the seagulls might mistake me for an outgoing wave Marianne Paul around me the swirl of the next generation I breathe in deeply this flow of time Leslie Bamford distant memories suddenly real in this gentle breeze the smell of roses…
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Three Haikus
by James Roderick Burns With equal gracelight falls on both crowand chorister Catkinsalmost soot-freehalf a mile from town Just as good –the printed snow-goose’swild inky honks.&& James Roderick James Roderick Burns is the author of three short-form collections, most recently The Worksongs of the Worms (2018). His work has appeared in The Guardian, The North,…
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Lies
by Brittany Miric Lies.Lies that hideEyesThat shyAway from truths that you no longer need to survive.Lay down your armsI mean you no harmIf loving you is wrong then I’ll never be rightBut loving you is hardWhen you leave my sightEvery single nightLikeI don’t existWhat do I do with thisPainLet me explainAs I weep in the…
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Sincere
by Anthony Salandy Artist: Tiffany Arp-Daleo One can always find the timeIn much the same way we waitFor planes to arrive and departAnd carry us far and wide, But some lack the time to seeBeyond their selfish desiresBecause time they believeWill give them ample space To do later what they should do now,But like all…
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A Foggy Night
by Anthony Salandy There was something about that nightWhere trees grew blurry in the mistOf an arising autumn so mysticYet so seemingly clear at the same time- Because on that foggy nightThe moon could be seen far and wideAs if presiding over the danceOf clouds oh so near to the ground, And as the darkened skies…
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The Revolver
by Giovanni Mangiante I took my father’s revolver, walked back to my apartment closed the bedroom door closed the windows closed the curtains, emptied the few bullets in the chambers put it to my temple click, then once more: click, click, click…. the gun felt less heavy with every click I, felt less heavy with…
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The Venn Diagram
by Heather Ball Picture a Venn Diagram. Hand drawn with circles, Imperfect, like eggs pulled off the sorting belt. The left, me, literally. The right, me: my figure, figured (figuratively). And me in the middle. My body a sacrament filling the shape, Wide in the middle, tapered at the top and bottom. So smooth in…
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Six Haikus
by Sunita Sahoo splash of rain on my windowpane the world seems blurry crack of dawn languid doves whitewashed canopy a blue damselfly in distress stuck in cobweb Monsoon rain – frolicking paper boats a bonfire of change engulfs the world hatred burns coffee steam bookmarked page the scent of rain & & Sunita Sahoo…
Dream Noir 