poems by Robert Beveridge
Awaken in Darkness Sunday morning. We had gone to sleep in the promise we’d awaken in two hours, spend the early darkness immersing one another in the untold
Abela Caine
by Oliviu Crâznic Morning gray on her manor, My falling star; The heart beats close to the dagger, And here you are.
Black Helloween Eyes
by Ștefan Bolea translation from Romanian by A.C. Clarke and Alina-Olimpia Miron Another day, as dark as invisible ink on black paper or the shadow that lurks in the mirror after one’s features have faded from view. Horatio went out to return some books to the British Council and it looked as if all his […]
Beneath The Charron Palace
by Oliviu Crâznic translation from Romanian by Nigel Walker and Alina-Olimpia Miron „Unknown are the ways of the Blade. Yet it always shines Red.” Conrad Lorenz, Sanguinarium “I have written to the Bishop. I am waiting on his answer.” The two men took no heed of my words. The dry, early winter wind […]
poems by A.J. Huffman
Dream-Killed Nights smoke like whispers of a dying fire, a cross that cannot stretch the water. I long to travel
To Thy Love
(St. Valentine’s Penumbra) by Oliviu Crâznic Back in her holy chamber of secrets, lust and sin, She plays for me the Maiden, the Goddess and the Queen; Mélange of scarlet flowers, she blossoms in my arms And offering me pleasure, she’s gambling with her chance.
Sum Over Paths
by Bob Carlton I Institutional tile. Fluorescent lighting. Distant sounds of doors opening and closing. Click of locks. No echo of footsteps. II A woman steps out of a room and into the hallway. She is wearing sunglasses. I find this odd, though no more so than the fact that she immediately enters […]
poems by Robert Beveridge
Salty My lips taste of salt and of the dreams it took to make you
Two Games At One Poker Table
by Oliviu Crâznic Like every Sunday evening, I exercise my talents, The girls are all around me, the ace is in my sleeve; Well, I was born to win, as scheming is my nature – And on this Sunday evening, I’m up to something big.
haikus [ooolaaas] by Daniel de Culla
State as Ass Summing up of the thoughts: God of Atheism