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.
poems by Gale Acuff
All If I loved Jesus any more than I loved God wouldn’t that be like adultery –idolatry I mean, at Sunday School Miss Hooker’s my teacher and she swears God
Me
by Petre Țiplea edited by Diandra Sovailescu There was always a problem with I. With Me – equally, but most of the time with I. I had issues with me. Big ones. The kind that always gave me trouble. I’ll admit that myself – well, I – was a difficult type of person. I remember […]
Fear
by Macgregor Douglas The fear is real. I know I’m in a world of trouble and I must escape. I hear them, standing a few beds down, as if they think that I can’t tell they’re talking about me. This might be some sort of otherworldly, extraterrestrial hospital and I might well be a patient, […]
poems by Tara Skurtu
Shame versiunea română Overnight, someone has epoxied a bright pink dildo onto the Virgin Mary outside the Sacred Heart Church. It’s Sunday. From the café window I watch a woman cover her son’s eyes and make the Sign of the Cross
poems by Gabriella Garofalo
Only a wee wee bit, you loathe life – It’s me, what else – See those slender girls sitting on the bridge, Too close to where they ban light:
Vladimir’s cock
by Călin Torsan translated from Romanian by Mihai-Andrei Fulgescu ― Mommy, mommy! See, this rock looks like one of the three piggies from the cartoons! Right? Indeed, there was a sculpture occupying the middle of the exhibit hall that could be interpreted like this. Nevertheless, the mom went the extra mile and whispered to her […]
Five Poems by Jake Cosmos Aller
Snarling Cup of Coffee I like to start my day with a hot cup of coffee I pound down the coffee
Mercy Brown
by Oliviu Crâznic A poem inspired by documented events of 1892`s Rhode Island I I hear the baby crying: there`s someone at the window; The moonlight fades to pale – she`s getting in, alas! This is indeed her home, but she’s not welcome here; My antidote to darkness: one bullett through the glass.