poems by Mark Antony Rossi
Soma and the Unknowing Slave I grew up with Huxley tucked in my heart His brave new world was orderly Next to degrading urban decay.
The Goldilocks Principle
by Zary Fekete The story of how Goldilocks actually came to the bears’ house has been misunderstood and requires attention. It might also help to know that Goldilocks isn’t her real name. She has a variety of other names, like Stefanie and Abigail, and it is easy to overlook the fact that she is actually […]
poems by Johnpaul Simiyu
Requiem For A King When I first stumbled upon Martin Luther King Jr., I was black. My mother was not in the kitchen.
poems by A.J. Huffman
Blood on the Moon Lightning erupts, whitewashing midnight sky. Blinded, the clouds retreat to re-gather their nighted senses. In that moment, a world is born. Celestial bodies caught in spotlight’s beam mutate into conglomerations of each other.
poems by Daniel de Culla
Devil’s ring “Devil’s Ring” call the Clitoris Some religious And some cloistered nuns What do they see in the vertical smile
The Poetess
by Doug Dawson I thought I was smart – 39 years old and still running around – a sexual libertine who loved wild women and sexual conquests. Over the years I’d cut a swath through the arts community and in my spare time dated love-starved ex-nuns, socialites, cheating housewives, well-padded matrons, a swimsuit model, a […]
Conversation with God
by Ramzi Albert Rihani I have a few questions that I will be grateful if you could send down your answers. I say “send down” because we’ve been taught that you are up in heaven. God forbid, you cannot be down in hell. That’s where bad things happen. You are the almighty, the most powerful, […]
poems by L. Sydney Abel
Press Men All the press men talk the same Same filth from the same drain Needed is honest legitimacy
poems by Yusra Usmani
Manifesto A man needs something outside of his comprehension to revere, or else he makes an idol out of his own intelligence. The absurdity of a God who’s both the first and last; the manifest and hidden; the creator and destroyer, is necessary for this reason. The excess of religious art and architecture thrills […]
poems by Milton P. Ehrlich
With a name like Lily, she had to endure Bullets flew all around her like swarms of stinging bees since the day she was born.