2 POEMS by Sabyasachi Roy

Moonphase The moon, with its unblemished predator eyes, hunts for the human heart. I steal four drifting poems— Your moonlit body floats in through the perfumed window of the sky. I. Jazz of endless desire plays at the pinnacle of the air. The world sways, unravels itself, Bubbles rise, hover, burst. The skeleton of a […]

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2 POEMS BY Carol L. Gloor

Astronomy  My foster father made me suck his dick when I was seven says my friend in the passenger seat as I drive the sunset hills, the car a private world. My blood thickens with compassion for her mouth and tongue used in that way. How can I now speak any words that would not […]

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2 poems by Pat Raia

Easy It’s  easy to walk  into the ocean –   to gamble  your last   dime to go  crazy when  the  screaming  gets too  loud –  but  it’s  practically  impossible  to love what’s  good for  you ~~~ Life savers We’ve   been trying  to save each other  since the   day we met  We  fought  a thousand  fires and  […]

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3 POEMS by Ivan Ndoma-Egba

Calendar Teetheach month bitesa little harderjanuary gnawed at hopefebruary kissed the woundmarch spatapril laughed with blood in its teethmay bloomed but only with weedsjune forgot how to rainjuly choked on heat and old secretsaugust waited by the windowcounting how many times no one cameseptember showed up late and tiredwith cracked lips and bruised handsoctober whispered […]

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Renee Ebert ~ Listening to Jazz in Newport Beach (Remembering the Holocaust)

Listening to Jazz in Newport Beach (Remembering the Holocaust) All the beautiful clothes In a pile on the floor Some beginning to wear A thread loose, color fading A piece of hair Of living human beings They watch and listen to the jazz Look closer Prettiness gone, fading too Eyeglasses, teeth, possessions Become just cracks […]

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A WAR POEM WRITTEN BY A 17 YEAR OLD WHO IS ONE HIGH SCHOOL SEMESTER AWAY FROM GOING TO MARINE BOOT CAMP

War.  War.  I think of it often,  dream of it even, the honor, the stories of men who gave up their tomorrows, so that others could keep theirs.  But then reality sets in and the horror shines through. How saving a life is easy, but taking one is so much easier.  War.  Brothers in arms, […]

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