Sisters of Bondage By Gavin Gerngross She filled the tube with her red. A prism of weeks reduced to jelly, this nutria, scattered among the glade. Reduction: dollop of discontent. Tilling imagination flocks out at will. By nightlight, there are prayers of meager request scrolled across the carpet. In this manifestation, heat pulling at her…
Plans by Jane Hanser
Plans by Jane Hanser He who offered so much life lies resting in the ground Stones and grass and monuments and flowers all around Our breaths are frozen in the cold Our thoughts more frozen still Our son his youth a memory upon this wind blown hill. We’ll ne’er forget his laughter or his smile…
Uma y Boris by Amy Wright
Let us long because we are to be filled…
that is our life, to be exercised by longing
-Saint Augustine
She by Camryn Barganier
Ice cream is for grown ups
And love is for lesbians.
She was ice cream
Warmed by the forgotten time of deep kisses
The flavor of the week
Recovery by Matthew J.Hall
Rise from under the depravities of old.
Loose the shackles of yesterday’s shame.
Be strong, be ruthless; ten thousand fold.
Las Estaciones by Nanette L. Avery
The wind, the sky, the light weaves in and out
Las estaciones del a?o, they speak to all
Faithfully returning like an evening porch light
Conundrum by Glen Sorestad
If a minimalist poet
presents a workshop,
The Lion Pauses by henry 7. reneau, jr.
The Lion Pauses by henry 7. reneau, jr. Sunday, February 21st standing at the podium, The Audubon Ballroom in Harlem Preachin to the choir & pauses In a moment between tick & tock, a d’j’ vu that hovered A glimpse of repetition, Epiphany that sowed sorrow in the stutter of his heart; His blood recounts…
Hungry Words by Aleisha Goodman
Hungry Words by Aleisha Goodman We are split in different directions that our pride and egos will not let us touch. keeping us at a distance that not even our words can reach They will be spoken then evaporate in thin air as they leave our hungry lips like the ambers of a cigarette They…
Things we know by Dave Margoshes
Everybody knows the man in the moon
is blue cheese, that dogs keep the sun at bay
in winter, that fireflies are the souls
of the dearly departed, flickering through