Every Day Poems
Lights Flash by Gregory T. Janetka There are no intermediaries in the chasms stretching forward from the beginning to the end. The rarity of timeless mediocrity delves to youth and being and the deathless. For days and days the woman responded to little more than her own decay. There was no sound within the mean…
Steve Klepetar’s work has received several nominations for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Recent collections include Speaking to the Field Mice (Sweatshoppe Publications, 2013),
Edusa Daems is a junior major in communication-management at the University College in Mechelen, Belgium. She is from Ghanaian and Belgian decent. She loves everything that has to do with language and
Hirotoshi Kimura is a Japanese poet. Almost drowned in the creative struggles of past poets and every once in a while delightfully buoyed by their densely condensed poetic and literary energies,
He wore shoes a size too small by Doug Holder They always told him “Contain yourself.” And what surged through him stopped at his feet. The blood bursting through the crooked tributaries of his toes the contours of each foot’s arching vein. It splashed against the leathery walls, the black shoelaces curved like a hunchback’s…
This Knife I Give You by Joseph J. Nagarya In Zen, all that’s left to you is to laugh. In this life, all that’s left to do is kindness. This knife I give you is to cut the meanness out of our hearts. In this life, all that’s left to do is kindness. ### Joseph…
there was a frequency in the air that sizzled the way telephone wires do
when i picked up the electric buzz your body generated next to mine.
Belonging by Fiona Marshall When I leave this place You will see shreds of my heart Dangling from the trees ### I emigrated to Northern Alberta, Canada, six years ago with my husband and two sons after living my entire life in the North West of England. Since then, I have joined the Slave Lake…
you can tell everything by Kate LaDew from a person’s hand, the lines of their palm the stretch of their fingers, the bend of their wrist everything held within flown to your sightless eyes warmth or cold, smiling lips and beating heart I ask you to read my future and you say, hands tracing the…