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, […]

3 poems by marc janssen

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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.

N.T. Chambers ~ A Walk Along Forever

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 […]

SCENES FROM CACTI FUR COLLECTIVE LAS CRUCES READING 4.4.26

All photos by Arch Jones (used with permission) The Cacti Fur Collective is an elite force of poets who were recently gathered in a Grandma Moses Press publication. In early April of 2026 they went on a 2 city New Mexican tour, first in Las Cruces and then a week later in Silver City. Here’s […]

WINNING POEMS FROM THE 2026 5TH ANNUAL #BEAKARENNM HIGH SCHOOL POETRY CONTEST

BEST IN SHOW Emery Guadian Mayfield High School, 10th The Low Tide in Twilight The ocean doesn’t close its eyes at night. It just grows quieter, like someone thinking too much It stretches its long blue body toward the edge of the world and longs. Above it, the night sky unfolds slow, deliberate, buttoning itself […]