LYNN WHITE ~ Art Exhibition

Art Exhibition The egg box was so sculptural, a mirror of life in textured paper, almost a work of art. And then I remembered the glasses left behind in a museum of modern art by error or intent, real glasses, not the “ne sont pas les lunettes” Magrittean sort, I could feel some guerrilla art […]

JK Miller ~ Proteus

Proteus Shape shift, Old Man of the Sea— I will hold you down in your midday nap. Tell me what you know— about the zigzag, spin, loop and bounce of sandhoppers, cuttlefish, or football. Periwinkles smell the corpses of their crab-killed teammates’ disposed juices, and drive with helmets hard into crevices. Extensive wear on the […]

Diane Webster ~ Necklace of Genealogy

Necklace of Genealogy In Florence’s lap her hands rest like two rusted chain links tossed aside on the dock. Maybe she wishes to rejoin her genealogy, drape her family around her neck, stagger to the edge, let gravity plunge her into drowning state to lie on the sea floor rusting together in salty silt.

Elizabeth Rosell ~ the conversation

The Conversation “What did you learn in school today?” “I learned the days of the week.” “Go on, tell your dad.” “Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday.” “You’re missing one.” “She’s doing her best.” “Say them again.” “Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday.” “You’re wrong. You’re missing one.” “Honey, you’re missing We…” “Don’t help her. […]

5 facets of time by Christopher Barnes

FACETS OF TIME (6) Flawless equilibrium – White-tailed Dragonfly. Baguette trimmed Quadrangular diamond. * Squall ulcerates Bulrush. ~~~ FACETS OF TIME (7) Tar-black ginglymus On Skimming Blue. Inflexible wristlet, Lacklustre alloy. * Ink frets card. ~~~ FACETS OF TIME (8) Bi-lobed lip, V-rimmed cleft On Stonefly. Mismatched baroque pearls. […]

CARY ZITER ~ CAUTION TO THE WIND

CAUTION TO THE WIND Though she barely spoke Englishthe heat between us was jalapenoand habanero and we threw cautionto the wind and hid ourselves in the highgrass of a barely-visited corner of the citypark and we unwound and undressed andthere was power and propulsion as thewhole caboodle lifted off for outer space.Tender work fingers touched […]

BOB MCNEIL ~ AVUNCULAR SAM (for America’s anniversary)

Avuncular Sam (for America’s anniversary) Believe it or not, I have changed. Once I revered a crown. Later, I served an army that hated taxation to the degree cats loathe baths. Believe it or not, I have changed. Once I supported royals. Later, I became loyal to a democracy that, even to this day, is […]

2 POEMS BY Robert Beveridge

Give Generously
CW: sexual assault, murder (implied), cannibalism (implied)

the girl at the Chik-Fil-A counter
doesn’t look old enough to drive
but that doesn’t stop the customer
from wrapping a 20 around his dick
before he slaps it down. She calls
her manager, who emerges
from the back all smiles, reveals
teeth filed to points as she asks
if she can be of assistance.

Later, over mops, the two women
discuss the idea of approaching
corporate with an idea
for a new breakfast sausage.

~~~

Wheel of Fortune

The truck runs, at least well enough
to get to the motel. Won’t need stripped
for a while. Nothing left to do
but grab an Iron Dome coffee, snacks, the woman
you intend to tie up tonight.
“No extra charge for the cream,”
the counter boy says through his
sepia lipstick, batting his eyes.
“No extra charge at all.”

~~~

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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 […]

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