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"(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"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.
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Read more "N.T. Chambers ~ A Walk Along Forever"Undiagnosed Discomfort Asked if I still keep doves, I recall I once did, but like the petals of down they shed, I’ve lost their names, markings, the number of bodies I held in my palm, fed capsules of bread I’d rolled between thumb and finger, til my mother set them free, out of feelings of […]
Read more "Avra Elliott ~ Undiagnosed Discomfort"Susan Melinda Morée is grateful to have received a grant from New Mexico Writers to research the journey of Asha, a Mexican gray wolf who pushed past the boundary set for the endangered species. Wolf + Mythologies is the result of that research. Below you will find some excerpts from Wolf + Mythologies. You can […]
Read more "SCENES FROM WOLF+MYTHOLOGIES BY SUSAN MELINDA MORÉE"Grave What I’m Talking About When I Talk About Home The neighbor’s water sprinklers go off synched to my bladder at four am and I muscle memory my uncounted steps from four- blanket cocoon to streetlamp-lit bathroom as mattress-groans signal my partner turns in preparation anticipation expectation to pull me in when I sink back […]
Read more "2 POEMS by Amy Marques"My Place In The Garden Can’t out-beauty the rose – have to out-think it. It may be a luscious crimson, but I can remember who won the Super Bowl in 1984. What does a rose know of football? Its scent may rival a Paris parfumerie but it can’t size up its options, make a decision […]
Read more "JOHN GREY ~ My Place In The Garden"Real Hair The black man who stopped, said “Forgive me, but you have real hair I don’t see that often & it’s beautiful” I had it up in twin tails, how I learned to wear my mask, so the loops would go over my hair & not my ears didn’t say it till he saw it from the […]
Read more "Storm Ainsely ~ REAL HAIR"Everyone’s an Amoeba The sky is like a Petri dish outside my window & everyone’s an amoeba – they come & go like pulsating blobs before my eyes, microscopic minions locked in their two-bit sooner-forgotten-than-remembered lives, as they strive to divide & reproduce like colored honeycombs on slides, lost to themselves & their many lies […]
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