poems by Mitchell Grabois
Trog 1. I was poisoned in 2009 I cannot be poisoned again Poison comes in many forms Some of it is white powder Some of it blows in the wind Some is traceable, some not
poems by Glenn Ingersoll
Meat People The foreign affairs begin to hurt. They call each other repeatedly, the phone bills fat as children. ‘Look, baby,’ he says. ‘Look, baby,’ he says. And for all the looking there ought to be a view wide as fourteen hills, four
poems by John Grey
Winter Child City’s snowed in. No one’s about. Nothing to do but admire the night sky through rippling red eyes. Not so much the stars. But the darkness that holds them in place.
poems by Cynthia Balea
[debut] THEMigod Thrown away Thrown away in a mold of unattainable aspirations And left there Rotting – Decomposing gruesomely as nonfulfillment putrefies my brain And I am
The Forever-Dying City
by Oliviu Crâznic The haggard mures, the forlorn alleys, The purblind mansions – casements, none; The wilted ivy and the placard Reading not WELCOME, but BE GONE…
poems by Mitchell Grabois
Inferno I thought I’d read the Inferno aloud to my wife while we were house-sitting in a drafty old farmhouse in Umbria but after a while Hell got boring It didn’t take very long
poems by Ayaz Daryl Nielsen
personal mud pies mulch of my earthen history
poems by Sam Rose
The Television The television talks to nobody. (Nobody is home, and nobody is listening.) Why does it press on, forecasting scattered showers when nobody will be around to see it,
Hollow Be Thy Name
by Oliviu Crâznic In my mouth – a taste of iron, In my eye – ERASE/REPEAT; Best served cold, this baneful silence – Falsehood favoring deceit.
poems by Fabrice B. Poussin
The Ditch Here a journey ended Water runs through the bones Attempting the ultimate cleansing Of a lost soul.