poems by DS Maolalai
Warmth. the penny-pay laundry is swampland in summer, so close and boiled over
poems by John Grey
Top of the world We’re flying over snow-buried land, flat and tree-less. This desolation is the quickest route between two places where people live.
Echoes
by Somodi Iulian Verse 1: In the urban landscape, where the concrete meets the sky, There resided a wordsmith with a message that could never die, He strutted the boulevards with a confident gait, With poesy in his pockets and sagacity innate.
poems by Dan Raphael
Re: Recovery things can open too fast I bang the wall just another time and it falls over so much I’m not ready for
poem by Rick Hartwell
Three Forms of Mind (For his soul melt and his mind flow like water. Ivo Andric, The Bridge on the Drina)
War
by Jonathan Vidgop translated into English by Leo Shtutin My room is very small. I can traverse it in five steps, turn right or left, depending on what wall I’m walking along, and take three further steps. My room thus resembles a Christian coffin or an antique pencil box with a fitted wooden lid. But […]
poems by Bobby Z
The American Dream with streets once paved with gold, now filled with detours, the dream has been put on hold.
The last Three Weeks
by Chris Gartland Nice, Nice, Very Nice – 12/23/2022 Despite planning a solstice break, scribblings on paper, persistent as paintings on cave walls, do not allow it, it, it, it’s not a real word in the sense of understanding offsides if never having played the game – perhaps a proof in the form of an […]
poems by Robert Beveridge
Blockage this feels like a lot more than ninety-eight point six but there’s always something to be said
Microfictions
by Elizabeth Bruce Daughter I ask, you waver. The questions linger there behind the lace curtains passed down from mother to mother to you, Daughter. Your teacup trembles, its lilac flowers basking in the timidity of your embrace.