CACTI FUR COLLECTIVE VOLUME 2
coming late summer 2026…
Read more "CACTI FUR COLLECTIVE VOLUME 2"3 poems by Alexandra Gilliam
QUARANTINE I bought the largest bag of pom poms, remembering mopping the floor each night after close, my dad waiting in the closed shop while I washed the dishes, we waited and went to Whataburger when I didn’t have a car after I broke off my first engagement, the details they say, the yellow of […]
Read more "3 poems by Alexandra Gilliam"VERN FEIN ~ PUPPET TALK
PUPPET TALK How I feel about these times. Anon. I move my feet I dance and dance, up and down, up and down, cannot stop. The cares of the world marionette me all around and around up and down, up and down. I cannot exit. The curtains never close. Characters appear and disappear. They whisper, point, […]
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WILLAMETTE JANUARY II It is 7:30 when Monet paints nude tree groves with Vaporous strokes Dust silver water Blindly runs past the landing Silently whispers Cruel eddies catch Half submerged giants, force Them to angry sleep ~~~ MARC AND DUKE DRIVE TO THE RESERVOIR (Riverfront Park – East St. Louis Toodle-o) Been on the road a […]
Read more "3 poems by marc janssen"Pranika Singh ~ the person i love asks me to explain poetry to him
the person i love asks me to explain poetry to him setting the kind of day that stretches outward and rewinds and folds back on itself so that the whole evening is a jenga tower of memories wedged together precariously until it collapses when a particularly unlucky player tries to pull out one too close […]
Read more "Pranika Singh ~ the person i love asks me to explain poetry to him"Amy Fogerson ~ Tidepool
TIDEPOOL crouched precariously on the rough stone balanced in rubber flipflops toes damp and sandy peering into an exotic world hermit crabs and starfish anemones and seaweed on colorful display the water rolls in and a small fish appears darting in search of an exit caught until the tide rises endlessly fascinating to the young […]
Read more "Amy Fogerson ~ Tidepool"3 POEMS BY GLEN CALLEJA
(all 3 poems translated from Maltese by Albert Gatt) Someone’s wife refuses to follow. Someone’s wife refuses to follow her therapist’s advice. She finally changes out of her work uniform. She nibbles at a chunk of dark chocolate. Insists that she’s on first name terms with Buddha. That he’s like an old faux pas, addled […]
Read more "3 POEMS BY GLEN CALLEJA"CARY ZITER ~ Send Off
SEND OFF standing back in darker shadowsso i cannot see – she gives methe middle finger – in front of mesnowy mountains, a lonely road –the endless empty sky.
Read more "CARY ZITER ~ Send Off"N.T. Chambers ~ A Walk Along Forever
A Walk Along Forever
Read more "N.T. Chambers ~ A Walk Along Forever"3 poems by Arvilla Fee
Under the Deck I hear the coo of the mourning dove echoing down the chimney flue, all the more melancholy fluted by walls of tin. I wonder what she thinks up there, her tiny talons dug into sticky, black shingles. I wonder if, like me, she needs these moments of peace as the sun slits […]
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