Villanelle: Conjoined By Jaya Avendel
We are born of breath and bone
In a crystalline world
We linger on alone.
Your heart grew bloodstone
Whilst mine became purled… Read More
The Ones We Owe Ourselves to by James Diaz
There are more ways to love me
tell me how
there are more ways to listen to the rain
hit the mailbox and the… Read More
Suffocated by Lynn White
In this society
of masks and miasmas
we are allowing ourselves
to be suffocated
with pillows of power
in… Read More
Ballistics Came Back by Ryan Quinn Flanagan
Ballistics came back,
What was it?
asked Turner shuffling through
old files on his desk.
Whatever I say it was,
Jellison laughed.… Read More
Sestina: A Crock Full Of Love by Aruna Gurumurthy
I began stewing tomato soup from scratch,
bubbling with enthusiasm, my daughter loves
the taste of it. Now, she is a picky eater,
so,… Read More
Class Poet by Sy RothHe fancied himself the class poet
Fevered contractor of rhymed words
And they bought it.
He toiled to find the rhyme and rhythm of the… Read More
Summer Poems by Mary Bone
The vessel remained empty-
waiting to be filled
with promises of cold liquids,
to sweat on the outside.
The ice cubes… Read More
Heartbreak by Lisa Tomey
When I was 44
the possibility of birth
all these years
I tried with no success
thinking it was a no… Read More
Death Walk by Andrew Scott
Every day I see them from afar.
Have for the past few years
to remind myself
the family and our moments
before the substances… Read More
Park Walk by John Davis
Yellow sun sifting over trees. Lovers sucking face
grip like sea anemones, tentacles and all.
The villain Happiness darts closer like tissue
in the… Read More