poems by Jeremy Nathan Marks
Hotel Dum What’s sacred when the Thing is all the universe? –Allen Ginsberg (“The Reply”) I rode a tram on my own from the Hotel Dum into Old Town Walked from Karol Bridge to hear Dvořák played in a church where
Face and Hands
by Mitchell Grabois 1. Painted white with blue stripes, Stars of David on its sides, the bus left Tel Aviv. I was already asleep, my serotonin-deprived brain anaesthetized with hashish and codeine. Time/miles passed. The bus hit a pothole large enough to shelter a terrorist on the lam, and my lolling head hit the […]
The Conservationist’s Convalescence
by Colin James I have that feeling plants could grow on your face. The topsoil promised should be adequate. Downwards growth
Poems
by Alexandru Ionaşcu Life I was in a __________________ God – forsaken I slept a ___________________ God – forsaken I died a_____________________God – forsaken I dreamt a ___________________ God – forsaken I viewed a __________________ God – forsaken I touched a __________________ God – forsaken I fucked a __________________ God – forsaken I drank a […]
Jeanne Valet
by Oliviu Crâznic I spotted her blonde hair, from the outskirts of my forest – A worthy prey to summon, that sylphlike silhouette; Under the ashen sunlight, leaving behind my raiment, On all fours I am running – the time has come for Jeanne Valet.
Bug
by Alexandru Lamba January, Monday. The third Monday of January and the most depressive day of the whole year. Not for me, of course, but you felt it so, didn’t you? The melancholy of the just gone holidays, taking away the visits of the ones dear to you… You couldn’t really trace its […]
poems by A.J. Huffman
A Forgotten Space I watch the world through glasses made of lead. Their cold, gray vision proves most accurate, if top-heavy. A great deal of weight to carry, I rest often, lying in pools of pessimistic slush. My body begins to emulate the texture of seepage, dreams of becoming quicksand, waits patiently for the […]
Freight Train
by Mitchell Grabois When, onstage, the Who’s Peter Townshend began smashing his guitar, he was looking for a sound that summed up existential truth. When Toto Fez, leader of the Ceades of Distruction, a local Chippahitchka band, followed suit, he was thinking of splitting wood and of his time in prison.
Living in the Eternal Now
by Jenean McBrearty Rachel watched the skinny-dippers with sad eyes though her eyes were smiling, pained that they were free. they had more than written rights. these American with their loud laughter and wonton mindlessness. Their clothes were patriotic—everything red, white and blue—even their racing silks sported stars with the stripes. The […]
The Fall
by Dan Dobrin Millenia ago, on a remote planet, a battlefield among many others, raged a war of destruction and protection. The bloodiest documented war, between the original races. While the Inquisitors, the Original Evil, sought to destroy this planet full of nothing more than just a few mindless creatures, whose only purpose was […]