Clarissa Olivarez Let us first look for one without expectations. As Carson postulates, Eros may very well be the sweet followed by the bitter. But is that where my depression began? When we met, You took me to the fun house in New Orleans – Standing on the platform at the end of the bridge… More
Ruth Foley Suddenly, the leaves cannot keep silent. They snap like brittle fingers under torture. They slice the air and leave it gasping, open. At first, they say, you are too surprised to feel pain. I think the air must be like that today, stunned into speechlessness by the violent turning of what once seemed… More
Martin Balgach In the fireplace Two logs burn serendipitously But I want another blanket They say the snow Will last until tomorrow Now and then A branch pops up like a soggy spring Shaking off the weight of white Given the circumstance of seasons Living like this is not so bad But take away the… More
Mara Michael Jebsen i’m starting to be startled by the way time passes it seems to fall out like clumps of hair its November the Hudson river’s all gooseflesh and silver the history books sing of trains, souls boarding and riding till… More
I Am War – It erupts again, possessing in full, that fury to survive and acquit without shame.
For some, mere lines in sand, for me, echoing horror ringing from stone to stone from stump to stump.
I am changed, mild to fierce… More
Jesse Schweppe A singer cries in sunglasses to circulate the light, Brilliant on a Dixie snare. A drunk band assembles, As saints march in to the nickel of noon. The wind tossing on the Gulf of Mexico Was an historic phantom. Busy in war, citrus or gin, Henry followed life to a last public echo… More
Jonathan Dubow Wet as a blue eye, bare branches hung with pearls of dew. It is the melting season and we are in the muscles of each other`s hands, yours cold and dry, with hastily painted blue nails (from a party where you didn`t sleep and next morning I carried you from the car, light… More