The Forever-Dying City
by Oliviu Crâznic The haggard mures, the forlorn alleys, The purblind mansions – casements, none; The wilted ivy and the placard Reading not WELCOME, but BE GONE…
poems by Mitchell Grabois
Inferno I thought I’d read the Inferno aloud to my wife while we were house-sitting in a drafty old farmhouse in Umbria but after a while Hell got boring It didn’t take very long
poems by Ayaz Daryl Nielsen
personal mud pies mulch of my earthen history
poems by Sam Rose
The Television The television talks to nobody. (Nobody is home, and nobody is listening.) Why does it press on, forecasting scattered showers when nobody will be around to see it,
Hollow Be Thy Name
by Oliviu Crâznic In my mouth – a taste of iron, In my eye – ERASE/REPEAT; Best served cold, this baneful silence – Falsehood favoring deceit.
poems by Fabrice B. Poussin
The Ditch Here a journey ended Water runs through the bones Attempting the ultimate cleansing Of a lost soul.
poems by Gale Acuff
All If I loved Jesus any more than I loved God wouldn’t that be like adultery –idolatry I mean, at Sunday School Miss Hooker’s my teacher and she swears God
Me
by Petre Țiplea edited by Diandra Sovailescu There was always a problem with I. With Me – equally, but most of the time with I. I had issues with me. Big ones. The kind that always gave me trouble. I’ll admit that myself – well, I – was a difficult type of person. I remember […]
Fear
by Macgregor Douglas The fear is real. I know I’m in a world of trouble and I must escape. I hear them, standing a few beds down, as if they think that I can’t tell they’re talking about me. This might be some sort of otherworldly, extraterrestrial hospital and I might well be a patient, […]
poems by Tara Skurtu
Shame versiunea română Overnight, someone has epoxied a bright pink dildo onto the Virgin Mary outside the Sacred Heart Church. It’s Sunday. From the café window I watch a woman cover her son’s eyes and make the Sign of the Cross