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  • Why Write? – Anthony Harper

    To my family it keeps me dry. To my friends I’m organizing chaos, overlapping like fish scales. To myself I lie. When really I write so maybe one day you’ll see my name through a window and read about yourself. Really, It’s so you might see me how I see you. Anthony Harper is a…

  • Earth Songs – Jerry Prater

    Imagine the highest mountain You could climb in your mind, Where early morning mist bathes The frosted beargrass in pearly dew And wild huckleberries offer Their tart gift to fat pancakes Cooked over an open fire. Imagine all this And climb. Seek out the stones That have lost their voice, Silent in the eddy and…

  • Black Aftermath – Thomas Piekarski

    I stared Genocide square in the eye, accused it of being a foreign spy. It laughed and said I had no business injecting facts about its sordid record. In my derision, I became fit to kill. Yet, let’s take this discussion outside, I urged, under the moonlit magenta sky where we may mitigate our differences.…

  • Capture the Moment – Michelle Brooks

    Small fires burn in the street and the smell of gunpowder permeates the night. Another fourth of July and I feel the old pull of sadness for summers gone past, the wish that if I tried hard enough, I could shed myself and join the sparklers that erupt in the sky, that beauty could erase…

  • RSVP – Nick Trelstad

    After they buried you, I found myself in my bedroom thumbing through a shoebox of cards – looking for you in the baptisms, birthdays, first communions, confirmations. I found you between Christmas and Valentine’s, on a piece of parchment folded over and over on itself into a small square. I pulled you open and you…

  • Turning Face – John C. Mannone

    One step dragged in front of the other, his whole body ached, head gouged with thorns, flesh ripped to bone. Yet not a word of complaint. When they nailed him to the rough cut wood, he cried inside, his mouth open. He bled forgiveness for their ignorance. And when the heavens darkened, he spoke what…

  • Drift – Erica Goss

    Skipped like a stone across a wide warm lake. The day, reenacted in fragments. Night a surface I bend into. Thoughts in cobweb drift to earth. Sparks of crimson dance against my eyes, a bright constellation of visitors I won’t remember when I wake. Buffeted, oh so gently, as if by wings of angels. Erica…

  • Crescent Roll of the Moon – Alena Podobed

    The sky is frothy white with clouds like with flakes of sweet cream. The lollipop ingot of the sun has teased us and gone. Now, the darkness of the night glows with myriads of crumbs: someone has secretly feasted on a sponge cake up there. The poppy seed crescent roll of the moon is fatter…

  • an unkindness of ravens – Abbie Hart

    once i read this adage that bad people don’t think they’re bad people which made me think i wasn’t bad which made me think i was which put me in an anxiety spiral at god knows o clock a.m sometimes i think maybe i’ve burned bridges just to have something to run from like i…

  • There’s A Baby In Heaven For Me – Levi Mericle

    There is a dream I can’t imagine And a son I cannot hold There’s a passion I seek and a kissless cheek And a love as pure as gold There’s a child I need and a father’s greed An ocean of tears I’ve cried There’s a heaven that cradles my baby And a question not…

  • Runaway – Erin Brody

    Gentle hum of cars on my right Rumbling of the trains on my left Locusts buzzing in front of me My family shouting behind me The wind caresses my face with her brisk hand —Like the way Mom used to— Her other hand brushes my hair towards the dusk sky Fireflies make light in out…

  • The Old Man – Pragjyotish Bhuyan Gogoi

    The trembling old man, Spirit waning with time, Everyday I see him Head down with thoughts, Walking slowly by. But today was he smiling And was gathering quite a pace, Out of curiosity, I could not help but follow his steps. Into the woods he went And so did I. From behind a tree I…

  • The Number You Have Dialed Is No Longer In Service – Michelle Brooks

    Since you’ve been gone, it feels like a Monday after a long holiday, all stale coffee and jammed printers. The mail is junk and bills, and it’s always leftovers for dinner. I don’t feel lonely. I don’t feel much of anything except that the carnival has left town for good, like it never happened. Your…

  • Biofuel Baby – R. Gerry Fabian

    You compost combustible love. Inner solar panels generate constant rebate romance. There is no waste in your ecological energy. You recycle kisses across a gradual grid so that I am the sole beneficiary of your electric current. R. Gerry Fabian is a retired English instructor. He has been publishing poetry since 1972 in various poetry…

  • Methuselah – Elizabeth Spencer Spragins

    (A Rannaigheacht Ghairid) Sacred pine Grips the ridge of rocky spine. Roots that probe the limestone crust Brace against each gust, entwine Earth and sky With a long-forgotten sigh Sealed within a pyramid Where the hidden pharaohs lie. Weatherblown, Ancient one of age unknown Marks the centuries with rings, Cradles saplings in a cone. Limbs…

  • Era – Jeremy Szuder

    All of the nights, for now, stay quiet in this post evening darkness. There is the breath of us all, from our bodies, and I am positive that in those heads, there resides the visions and the rapid eye movements that conjure an escape plan of dreams. The animals in the rained streets are still…

  • Lightyears away – Amanda Little Rose

    Tonight, I stitched light-beams and heart-strings Together, with thread Pulling tightly all the parts of me I’d left to ruin out in the rain. Amanda Little Rose has been a high school English teacher for five years, and graduated Bachelors of Arts and Science in English and Secondary Education, from Salve Regina University in Newport,…

  • Plunge – Kate Wallace Rogers

    Everydays like this one, I can’t wait to find my way around the bend, to a lonely patch all by myself. I strip down, slip down into briny deliciousness cool plunge under, get to know my own sensual self, way below aqualayers I’m alive. Euphoric green, underwater pristine as far as the body can see,…

  • Sun God – John C. Krieg

    I am the egg yoke That draws nourishment From the white light of the heavens I am fire and gasses and intense heat Hungry to burn myself out I was here before you And will still be here Long after you are gone I am the hope of your children There is no future without…

  • On Learning that NASA Has Military Connections – Chris Kaiser

    He studies the night sky with an eye Toward the blinding majesty of dark sparkles That pop in and out of existence Like inchoate dreams of teenaged boys Wanting to know the unknowable. The peace of the solitary moon calls to him, And the ghost of Neil Armstrong hugs him, Kisses him goodnight, Even as…