by Hazel J. Hall he sits atthe edge of his stool. atthe end of things.a tumultuous tower beforethe edge of void, pressing in;a piano key hit beforethe void of whatwe do not know. every sightto be seen stares back at us now.him pressing those keys,playing piano, head tossed back&gazing up to sky&&&and seeing&our lasting resonanceour … Continue reading After The Breath is Music
Lunar As cosmic chance would have it,the disorder caused me to withereclipsed by the rapture of your love. How could I not relate you to the falling?To growing older than this body?You became entwined with its shade. When the blood moonshys away from the tangerine sun,I must wonder which body has moved on and where … Continue reading Two Poems by Ashtyn Layne
After Wallace Stevens by John Martino Her terrace was the sand at night,by the fire: “The difficulty to thinkat the end of day is equal to livingin a tragic land. Every time the bucks went clattering over Oklahoma,the lilacs withered in the Carolinas.Just as my fingers on these keys pourthe unhappiness out, the exceeding brightness … Continue reading A Small Part Of The Pantomime
by John Martino —a lamp shade&&&& for my luminous head Here!—uncuff the watch&&&& from my wrist Place my feet &&&&in buttercups! I won’t be needing&&& my eyes anymore Now I’m all ears&&& Talk to me Tell me everything&&& ’s gonna be all right&& John Martino John Martino is a writer, educator, and avid traveler currently … Continue reading Quick
by Sam Ray I used to dim my light so they could shine a little brighterSo they didn’t feel badOr think God picked favoritesAnd he didn’t I worked hard to be everyone’s favorite light I used to be told I was too much so I’d shrink myselfI was told I take up too much space … Continue reading Maybe You Should Choke
by Sam Ray When you’re on top of the worldbut still shatteredPeople mistake you for shooting stars instead of broken matterBut does it matter? They don’t see where you fall after the beautiful light streakTo them, shooting stars are just luckyThe burnout into nonexistenceDoesn’t exist So I guess, make a wish.&& Sam Ray Sam Ray … Continue reading Make A Wish
by Anthony Salandy Molten rock meets scorched Earth,Land possessed by grandiose intoxication;An insatiable greed multi-generational. For self-deprecation presumes a sense of hatred;An independently derived distain for humanityso all-consuming that treasonous disturbia Becomes the only truthin the hyper realized constructionsthat form this jaded modernity, This ethereal worldof consumption and combustion;Of societal demise and malaise, But scorched … Continue reading Ascend We Must, Above.
Through the Autumn mist of dewDo the righteous deeds of oursHours of life for future peacePiece of bread from future flours& Flowers from fields, stews from meat& Meet the people shouting aloud& Allowed by permission, almost by lesson& Lessen the pains of those who bowBough the branches with nests of fowlFoul the land not fit … Continue reading
by Keana Aguila Labra Natalie reminds me of a song that should have been longer, that’s how good it is. The reader is immediately sucked into Keana’s heavy imagery and meticulous style of words as she expresses her love and heartbreak. This is a walk down memory lane you’d want to take while learning to … Continue reading Natalie
by John Grey He was a quiet man, not so much thoughtful, as indifferent to thinking. He pretended to be a father but the motions didn’t suit. And his face was ill-fitted for warmth. On Sundays, instead of church, my father would drive some place on his own. take to the side roads, the dirt … Continue reading The Family Hermit
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