so pigeons keep coming to this narrow chimney-like space. i hate opening the windows as i am afraid
Remembering by Frank Cavano
Tomorrow’s fear is but
yesterday’s panic
The Shored House by Wanda Morrow Clevenger
early June
early in the marriage
early morning
Eastman by Amanda Iacampo
Eastman by Amanda Iacampo “Boy,” she said, “Pick a Christian name,” I stared blankly back at her, And my heart died the moment she put the blades of the scissor to my hair I winced as I heard the sickening -kerplunk- of the thick braid, as it fell from the nape of my neck […]
Radio by Michael Vander Does
Frequencies compete
Bouncing in and out
Speaking over each other
i would like by Mai Phung
i would like
you
to see through the mist
on a rainy evening
Jealousy by Brendan Sullivan
I forgot how jealousy
looked on you –
Prairie by Paul Sammartino
A landscape enormous and wide
opens with great remembering:
Hungry Seasons by Evan Warren
If I could speak in any language
it would be the one winter flirts with
before kissing the fall with its first closed-mouth snow.
The Tree Poems by Phil Boiarski
On the fly leaf,
I leave words.
Implied leaves
flutter past, green
The Epitome of Cool by Art Heifetz
I peered through granny glasses
at the standard issue
crew cut frat boys
Good-bye Florida by Nanette L. Avery
U.S. 1 drips into the into the Atlantic
where the sun sets and tourists applaud;
She Died Like a Poem by Narendra Kumar Arya
She died like a poem
Wordless and obstructed
In Defense of Ruin by Joshua Converse
I love to see a parking lot being
reclaimed by the weeds,
when it becomes
She Lounges Hungrily by Sy Roth
inamorata of the deep
frozen into their thousand-year dreams,
feed wryly upon one another.