by Parker G. Jamieson September sunset— Please, call me when you get home— backroom dial tone. No—I remember the long morning, you took straw and sculpted a sun. Footsteps in the hall— The fiery […]
literary + art magazine
Category: poetry
Six Haikus
by Hugh Findlay Spring Cycle Black bird, amber weeds red hawk, blue sky, green river sun melting white ice Flow Geese swallowing wind Fine-tuning reedy voices Following Autumn Her Her silver bosom Joyful splashes in […]
I am a Lion in Winter
by Andy Betz I am a Lion in Winter, but a Lion none-the-less. I ruled all I could see, with a sleep that troubled me not. I commanded the denizens of Earth so no man […]
New June
by Stacey Lawrence The town pool splashes with half naked dysfunction. Kids in pink hats and mint crocks skittle by young moms as they flip flop to the parking lot, straw bags swing like empty […]
An Everglades Encounter
by John Grey What emerges from swamp, spiraling like a moving S or coiling up on itself? What announces primal life force to a man’s quickened breath? What can strike like lightning or slither away […]
Anger, Shame and Blame
by John Garmon I grew up in anger, shame, and blame. I found later others knew the same. Moving around this country, I was aware Of living in a nation of much despair. I know […]
A New Note From Underground
by Cliff Saunders The less you can understand, the more it hurts. — Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground & Can’t stand sickly streets full of holes. Can’t find a loop of grace in the Holy […]
Getting Even, Oddly Enough
by Cliff Saunders Even white snow is full of bacteria, full of passion and a sigh. Be thankful for its sex appeal. September sings, even to spouses who need a bodyguard of lies. Even a […]
A White Singer In a Black Blues Club
by John Grey The big woman plays the piano. Modified blues for white fingers. She may not fit the model but still wants her story told. That’s why she bellows like there’s slaves in her […]
Jupiter and Saturn
by Leah Mueller for Russ November storm-watching on the Pacific coast, I saw you fierce the first time. You: afraid of webs and travel, always giving me the helm during gales. Cheap Westport motel, probably […]
