• The Math

    The Math

    by Laurinda Lind Early I sat in a circleand nothing fit anything else, orwhat if I werethe extra integer thoughthe room was all right. But someonespilled lyrics loud over speakers.And what if for once I wantedthe words, the first ones later landing last, but was shyto say the story once I stayed at the center…

  • Fly Fishing

    Fly Fishing

    by Michael Steffen So much leaping and letting go,flicking your wrist to a shadowyou thread line through, lacingsurface to writhing depth,summoning tension. Between rocks,cutthroat and rainbow shelter.Entice the unseenwith a four-count rhythm,slice the air with a gentle arcand let your line lay downacross the back of another world.Retrieve. Repeat. You are searchingfor something shimmering, deepand…

  • The Good Ending

    The Good Ending

    by Gabriela V. Everett You never failed. You never told those secrets. The night with the whiskey and carnever happened.The mail-order brides all ended up happy. Your rival gave you roses and said,“I’ve always loved you, you know.” The nightmares stopped. You forgave yourself, the one who lives in the timeline next door,and she cried:thank…

  • Sirens


    by Michael Steffen The woman you wake to with sudden intensityis certain you’re guilty of something,but she’s not sure what—your dream already folded its tent,though, still, you taste some salty desire.There are spaces in a marriageno number of long-stemmed roses can fill,where trust is a tactic, tenderness a tease, the sex—a little too much like…

  • Cold Room

    Cold Room

    by Jide Badmus It’s a rainy morning.The earth breathescold on its citizens.I reach for a blanket offlesh that is unavailable. The room is filledwith pieces of you—strands of hair,vestige of scent,mirage of smile &a ghost of your voice.There is a depressionon your side of the bed—but these walls struggleto reconstruct memories.The mirror claims not torecall…

  • A View of The Aurora Borealis

    A View of The Aurora Borealis

    by John Grey So cold, so sunless, in these northern climes and yet, in the distance, horizon won’t go dark as green dances deliriously through brownish-red emissions, glowing blue emulsions, and solar wind blows pink and yellow. The closer I draw my coat to me, the wider my eyes open. What once was shiver is…

  • Calm


    Zach Beach is an internationally renowned yoga teacher, best-selling author, poet, love coach, and founder of The Heart Center love school. Committed to building a world based on unconditional love and connection, Zach regularly leads Power of Love retreats, heart-opening workshops, and transformational teacher trainings.

  • If You Decide to Look My Way

    If You Decide to Look My Way

    by Elancharan Gunasekaran if you decide to look my wayin the brick alley darknessblind but seeingsoulless but feelingi suggest you do so-with macabre eyeswith longingwith a sense of belongingwith faithwith wrathwith pleasurewith pressurewith pressurewith dark pressurepressing downon your lifeless body&& Elancharan Gunasekaran Elancharan Gunasekaran is a multidisciplinary artist and poet. He has a strange love…

  • Black Pill by Jake Anthony Mariani 

    Black Pill by Jake Anthony Mariani 

    Dear Mom, Sorry for the late reply. It’s been a little crazy over here but I thought I should keep you abreast on my goings-ons. I’ve had a career change. I’ve enrolled in one of the best flight training programs in the world. Unfortunately, I can’t exactly tell you where it is. But I can…

  • Two Poems

    Two Poems

    by Douglas Cole The Street of Lost StepsJim Carroll hits the west coast, his visions and dreams fueled by getting off junk. He’s on the methadone plan. He writes of successfully becoming an “anti-social hermit.” This is nearly fifty years before Patti Smith arrives in Year of the Monkey. Same coast. Her dreams come from…