Gandhara
by Larry Smith The sculptor who accompanied Alexander the Great to the Peshawar basin muses on the triumph of the Hellenes… . Undid the Aspasioi undid the Assakenoi undid other Assakenoi at Aornos undid the Asanenoi at Attock
1970
by DC Diamondopolous Drunk and stoned, Scott staggered out the door of the Whiskey a Go Go and into the night. A blurred neon sign from the Sunset Strip flickered and shuddered through the ebb-and-flow haze that hovered from his high. The notice to appear before the local draft board was crumpled deep in the […]
poems by Hibah Shabkhez
Under the Skin Would I fain not peel these subterfuges Neatly, like a banana’s yellow shell Off these your eyes locked in a forced slumber?
poems by Robert Beveridge
Last Night We curled around one another and let the night drift in through the window and wash over us
poems by Jennifer Cahill
The Warble The warble, round like the earth and its sky, land colors
The brief scene from the Cave of Plato
by Paweł Markiewicz Mortals: A, B, C and D are shackled, pinioned to a crag, diverted, dreamful
Mind-Way
poem/essay by Brian Glaser 1. The source of wisdom in you cannot be exhausted by your limbs
Giraffe
by Donald Dewey Giraffe munching on the highest leaf, you are a freak on your skyscraper diet. Your neck is yanked from your heart,
poems by Sara Pleșa-Popescu
The Railway There used to be a railway line in our home, but our house was made of stone and steel. We used to hide from trains right to the windows and look over the smoke wreathed hills,
poems by Moldvai Barna
emptiness what a prologue seems like is a canvas painted on the knife who knows if it’s real or just a haze inside are two false faces in the triangle phase both veils fall once the trance is closed and the real story can rise to be composed.