Alleviate by Kenneth P. Gurney I awaken to a sky as dark as nightmare. My prayer for rain blots out the moon. But it is not my prayer but my verbal repetition of an echo I hear emanating from the... Continue Reading →
Arriving by John J Kazlauskas love in a small winter town the train takes me there chugging up the hill through the piled snow all around the fire I arrive at noon full of berries and small chocolates for you I... Continue Reading →
Gesture by Benjamin Norris These hands are nothing constant, forever wrapped in moments, as with old news – paper soaked deep in iodine for they’re sallow in the mornings and whiten up by noon and I can only read the... Continue Reading →
Ashton Cemetery by Michael Neal Morris In Ashton Cemetery, there are signs of a cold radiance and absorption: a toy underneath flowers blown over, a wet condom in the parking lot, a trucker catching up on sleep. The bare trees... Continue Reading →
Night Game by Peter M. Gordon Crouch in the batter’s box. Dig toes in the dirt. Peer over my left shoulder toward the mound Hands back and high. Watch the poems flung at me from the dark. Nouns and verbs... Continue Reading →
Who Are You? by EJ Schoenborn What is the definiton of perfection? Who started these beliefs of beauty? Where did these myths come from? When did they start to become true? Why is there no answer from you? Who are... Continue Reading →
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