• Two Poems

    Two Poems

    by Rickey Rivers Jr Tribulation Beads of sweat given to every woman with knotted hair, dark children hide in the cool shadows of their mothers. Walk. Watch them walk across the desert, feet blistering and burning, life forever churning. The animals stare and laugh but the mothers continue on because the mothers must be strong…

  • Two Poems

    Two Poems

    by Fabrice Poussin As She Builds PlanetsYou must respect the space around the bodyfor she lives to build planets for tomorrow. Dim she seems in the paleness of her shawlyet she burns with the passion of a comet. So very quiet in the hours of fresher dewsshe seems to ponder her daily miracles. The flesh…

  • Two Haikus

    Two Haikus

    by Cat Kivett Smith Memory Records concurrent rainbow bleeds deep and then soaks around circular time layers The Dictionary dashed-up expression splashes neat over each side sentences knock dry & & Cat Kivett Smith Cat Kivett Smith is a high school student who works as a freelance writer, and has previously been featured in publications…

  • Three Haikus

    Three Haikus

    Patrick Karl Curley is a poet and performance artist from Sligo, Ireland. He is curator of Vagabond Voices poetry/performance event for Cairde Arts Festival, and hosts Illumnations open mic poetry at Bookmart, Sligo. He has previously published work in Black Heart Magazine, Crack The Spine, Hidden Channel, The Cormorant, and From The Depths.

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    All of me knows how talking to each other works. No decisions get made. Always this makes sense and that sounds good or that is trouble but this is hell. On and on until in the end all suns explode, and that eternity we thought we had when. So much for that. Maybe one of…

  • Cartography

    Cartography

    by Emma Demopoulos The colors you braid into your hair Are painted on my heart Beaten by the wind and salt, They become memories of what they once were The words you write Are tucked in all my pockets They coat the inside of my clothes Reminders of what I can’t wash away The comfort…

  • Two Poems

    Two Poems

    by R. Gerry Fabian Lost Time has already leftwhen he wakes in the morning.is involved in a mergerduring coffee breakwill be out of the officeat lunch timehas gone on the roadfor the surprise inspectiondecides to work lateright before quitting timealways finds himin the tap roomway pastthe shank of the evening. Working Conditions I returned from…

  • The Quiet

    The Quiet

    by Karen Shepard I take it personally, braid it into my hair, tie it around my index finger so that I don’t forget, put it in my shoe to pain my every step, sprinkle a dash of in my morning coffee so that I keep tasting it. I hear it’s not about me so I…

  • Perspective

    Perspective

    by Megha Sood With my shackled mind and encumbered thoughtsas my feet rise upsteps of the old mighty templedesolate yet imbued;with the fullness of lifemy body disguised as a prayerand my palms foldedas the dissatisfaction is neatly tuckedin the center of my palmsI count the stepsin sync with my raging heartbeats and bated breathI walk…

  • Dreaming Venus

    Dreaming Venus

    Thomas Piekarski is a former editor of the California State Poetry Quarterly. His poetry has appeared in publications internationally, including Taj Mahal Review, Poetry Quarterly, Pennsylvania Literary Journal, Poetry Salzburg, and South African Literary Journal. He has published a travel guide, Best Choices In Northern California, as well as three books of poetry, the latest…