Apple Net (derived from a Can of Native Forest Organic Sliced Peaches) Eve Serving suggestion Added sugars believe yield benefit all of us our family will love consistently sweet, tender only a hint of care in this fruit Enjoy gently warm atop your favorite he eats covers and […]Read more "2 POEMS – LORNA WOOD"
My American Friend tried to be self sufficient but instead broke my mother’s washing machine & her world collapsed one Thursday evening summer sun stoking her rage single parents fear the god of white goods I tried in vain to stop her insulting you from behind glass doors but she […]Read more "5 POEMS – DANNY D FORD"
Poor Jesus Intermingled with emails from hot horny models, offers of ED help, notices that people are looking at my LinkedIn profile, ads for Elixir of Eros and 24-hour bathroom remodels – I’m suddenly receiving daily junk mail from Jesus Christ. Subject – The biblical error they don’t want you to know or a question – Exodus […]Read more "4 poems – Constance Hooker Koons"
Forthcoming from Beatlick Press in September 2021 “In his stunning sophomore effort, The Pieces You Have Left, Tim Staley brings you to the woods and asks you to stay the night. In this moving and fast-paced collection, Staley touches on an array of subjects–space travel, love, fatherhood, masculinity, death, solitude, youth, and dementia–delving deeper than ever […]Read more "A RARE AND DIFFERENT TUNE – A PRE ORDER OPPORTUNITY FOR OUR READERS"
Cold I’m cold when you walk in defrost me with your breath score your goal against my mouth and may it be auroral breakfast or tangled cuddles to unsnarl my feet are glacial, past the afternoon the evening iced up when you went grocery shopping I race with the sun, lace up my hope you […]Read more "COLD – Aldo Quagliotti"
After I See Your Post About Visiting L.A. I reach out– longing for connection. When surrounded by seagulls, I look for the first semblance of friend. Not that we have much to anchor anymore, conversationally. Dolzani’s English class. I didn’t read assigned books. Didn’t become The Old Man and The Sea. So many years to […]Read more "After I See Your Post About Visiting L.A. – James Croal Jackson"
Bar Fly At Jewel Box Tavern lights are always dim so you can’t look closely. Wearing stiletto heels, she traipses along followed by billows of cheap perfume. Dressed in a second skin of electric blue velveteen covered with silver glitz. She looks for a mark, some clown who carries thick wads […]Read more "Bar Fly – Joan McNerney"
Transplants Supply and demand—- Two coats, even in July, one wool, hooded, the other matching sweat pants. Underneath? Long johns. Feel better? He needed air, on bad days especially, especially when the tide came in, when the wheelchair was too obdurate, when effort was a graft some small hope provided and waiting was […]Read more "TRANSPLANTS – Stephen Mead"
After Ahmaud Arbery 3.23.20 His arrival here cut one background from another. Five hands sprung from each of his wrists. I wipe the ashes off the armoire. I light a new stick of incense Morning Star Mellow Pine. He sits on my sofa deliberately. The muscle spasm in his leg ribbons the room. From the […]Read more "3 POEMS FOR JUNETEENTH BY TIM STALEY"
Fun with Poetry Magnets-Haiku From top over blood embrace repulsive desire soft apparatus worship nice sausage petal always has urge ache to touch pleasing pole we manipulate yet promise just nonsense sex cuddle my flame warm soul, wash sweet feet soak with sleep, bathing beneath shadow of heaven above egg sky storm incubate my sweet […]Read more "12 HAIKU – Lindsey Morrison Grant"