Glen Ayre, North Carolina My life is revived like a bladeof grass by a drop of rain, skin cells, no less, by a humantouch—in a word, electric. I turn at the thunder and wonder ifit will come a waterfall like Laurel Fork, where charged ionsfloat to our skin and draw forth the opposites of them—a…
Category: Poetry
3 Poems, by Faruk Adamu Alfe
The Overall Journey is Arduous and Long Grandma says fear and sorrow evaporates in darkness When stars get covered by dark clouds. She asks that I remember that every here and there, new thingsfall between the space we left behind in our past lives. Our loved ones know when to slow their breaths…
Poetry/Flash Fiction, by Margot Douaihy
The Price Is Margot Douaihy, come on down! Yes. You heard it. They said your name and you run. No, you dance-run in two/four-time down the aisle of the Bob Barker Studio in Burbank, California, past the screaming contestants, past the gigantic $ sign, the danciest of all symbols. After smoking One Bid, Plinko, and…
3 poems, by Kate Meyer-Currey
Holding together dear skin it’s an undeniable fact you’ve got thicker over the years taken some punches and rolledwith them especially when blows rained down just when it seemed some of the bruises we sustainedwere fading into ochre memoriesblurring with the stretchmarks of good times recalled and maybe the hope that we had endured the worst with a gallery of tattoos to indelibly…
Flash Fiction & Poetry, by Joseph Hardy
Endings She rolled tight the towels she had gathered from around the apartment and wedged them underneath every window and door so no air could get in and prevent her suicide. Turned off the stove’s pilot light, turned the gas high, and laid down on the floor of their kitchen. It must have been the…
3 poems, by Mae Ellen-Marie Wissert
the ditches of a tender sea After a night out at a tiki bar, he takes a bath in his new house. This makes perfect sense. His sun is Pisces. I shimmy out of my striped bodycon dress and black platform jelliesand join him. This also makes perfect sense because my sun is Cancer. The…
3 poems, by Kristina Carpenter
The Cat at Night A cat on my foot, purring,sleek and black as night. alone-not-aloneIn a cavernous roomlight peeks through windowslighting to be seen. another sleepless tomorrowThe bed stirs with the cat,sitting, licking, pacingin circles over and over untilshe finds the right place—not too lumpy or too flaton the blanket,but near enough to my foot…
2 poems, by Dianne Mason
Voices of Guilt There’s the finger-wagging voice that tsk-tskswhen you turn down a party invitation from your best friendto stay home and binge-watch The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel when you don’t accept a friend request from the guy you metlast weekend at Trader Joe’s, who’s probably just lonely,but gave you the creeps anyway when you forget…
5 Poems, by Suzanne Verrall
There Goes The Neighbourhood we call next doorthe extinct house full of birds and beesand dinosaursthese days it’s such a junglethe parcel guywon’t deliver there when a baiji dolphin orCalifornia grizzly bear knockson my door by mistakeI give them directions and pointto the box of boat orchidson my porch sayingtake that with youwhen you go…
3 Poems by, Eric Roller
Things Left Behind a rake withmissing tines a well-used forkin the alleyof tossed saladand sofacushions a hallowedmulberry tree,home to termitesand Africanizedbees a favorite phraseused during rooftopfireworks 12 miles away,repeated after everylost job or flat tire a friend or twowho followed yousleepily on two-way screensmade of chimera Your hairof golden rodcaught inthe tridentsof shower drains,and guardednow…
3 Poems, by Erin Jamieson
I long I long for silenceand to be heard.I long for rainto clear the skies. I long mostlyto feel againlike I am worthy of love. Fairy Tales There was a woods once. It wasn’t remarkable in any way, and I wouldn’t have remembered it at all, if it were not the place my grandfather used…
Two Poems, by Ada Donnelly
I like you because you’re my kind of weird yesterday my tarot cards said I liked youtoday I smiled because my book said libra and Gemini were a good matchin the raw pounding wind of New York city, I seek succor in your armswe hide out in the Fulton street station talking about how both…
Poetry, by Alex Ewing
I Cannot Say the Word I want to forget you I want to forget Your hands on me In ways I didn’t want The feel of your leather seats Hot on my back The sweat from your skin Dripping on my face I don’t want you to drive Down…
Poetry, by Julia Kannewischer
15.3.20the sky isBLUE + OPEN. if I couldgive it to you,I would,SWEETHEART. sitting with allwhat is + beingOK. coming homeTO THE SELFamidst the mess. IT’S JUSToneof these lives. THE SOULwhispered. EARTHtrying toself-regulate. CAN YOUblame her. is this theroaring twenties/ WHAT. . 19.3.20whenthe inside spacesHEAL, the outside spacescan do so,TOO. . EARTHis not kiddinganymore. . +…
2 Poems, by Benjamin Goluboff
Googling the Dead It seems at first like a way of keeping them,of giving them a place in the here and nowyou may pretend not to know they have lost.They can be in this way more quick than dead,their results robust, their vitals vital still.And you may fool yourself in this way,until their footprint contracts,…
Until I couldn’t Feel Anymore, by Xandria Browning
“But why?“ Mother didn’t answer me. She just kept putting on pants after pants until my legs grew twice their size “But it’s summer, why do I have to put on all my clothes?” Still no answer. I saw a white flash come through the window and mother tensed. She started hurrying me out the…
A Label, by Jocelyn Saunders
I hate being alone. Well I guess that’s not entirely true. It’s not like I constantly need attention or even like hanging out with people. It’s being alone with nothing to do to distract, being alone as in sitting in bed when everything’s dark breathing heavily as you think of…
3 Poems, by Tanner Howard
I Remember the Night Peaceful(For my Aunt, that she finds peace). I remember the night peaceful before it broke,before the constellations cracked and splitin empty, white-blue shards, fogged up with stars,and the dark dripped in through the runny seams. When You slipped away, left us with nothingbut a phone call. And my uncle made thatat…
3 Poems, by Rc deWinter
being feet swathed inseaweed sitting at the edge ofthe sea Ishiver in the cold Aprilwind gazing at stars they mock me a singer withouta song adancer withno partner a soldierwithout a weapon but the seasings for me the wavesconstruct afortress roundmy feet and in this safe placeI have no need of a weapon the candle…