My Yard Taking a walk in my Yard this morning. My Yard isn’t anything like your yard. My Yard has no trees or flowers.
poems by Changming Yuan
A Love-Thought: for Qi Hong This yearning burns my marrows into itchy bubbles Till… my innermost being evaporates With the hot air of feel
poems by George Freek
I look at my life (After Su Tung Po) Through a night vaster than the sea, I walk under trees hung with sagging leaves.
poems by John Grey
Grace In this dimly-lit attic, you open a trunk, unleash the Korean War.
poems by Askold Skalsky
Already seeking a foundational bedrock in the golden age A gaspingly impatient hominid clinging to a sea-wave battered rock, just an isolated promontory jutting into the vast and wine-dark vacancy
The Open Sun
by Annie Rachele Lanzillotto I am having elective surgery today. Heart removal. Cardiectomy. “It’s routine,” the cardiectologist says, “simpler even than removing a breast.” Swap my heart for a ten thousand volt transformer equivalent to the size it takes to heat a small house. This will easily supply an appropriately alternating current for my height […]
poems by DS Maolalai
City nights. the flesh of the moon is a thin slice of apple: browning
A Refugee Tale: from Rizokarpaso to Ttakkas Bay
by Nick Sweeney The sign on the road at the turning near Latchi, on the west coast of Greek Cyprus, reads Ttakkas Bay, Restaurant, Afrodite Area, Refugee from Rizokarpaso, advertising in Sunday Times, Cyprus Weekly, Morgen Post, Keo and Globo Magazine. The turning leads to a car park with two tractors in it among the odd hire car, […]
by Niles Reddick I told them I was innocent, but the cops didn’t believe me, my ex didn’t believe me, and most of my friends and family didn’t believe me either. I’d been in for five years, got my degree free online, and when I never expected it, one of the guards came to […]
by Ella Kanegarian Göktaş The arab looked at me, while slowly biting a small part of his chunky dark chocolate colored lip and said: “Your neck should be here instead of my lip, you know, but for now I’m shy. Only now. I’ll bite my lip one more time, but not for the third time, […]