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In the alley behind coral reef by Manasi Diwakar

In the alley behind coral reef by Manasi Diwakar

  Mango pip, Mia says but it’s not the right season             my red Cabomba             frosted just last week                   Is it a potato? terrestrials, big brains,… Read More
 
On the Edge Of Emptiness by Lynn White

On the Edge Of Emptiness by Lynn White

    I’m standing on the edge, on the rim of the perimeter, on the outside looking…. I’m not sure where I’m looking, outwards over… Read More
 
Sestina: Fishing For Freedom by Aruna Gurumurthy

Sestina: Fishing For Freedom by Aruna Gurumurthy

    We smelled oodles of freedom in the burnt leaves and wildflowers beside the lake one autumn afternoon. With curious minds and fishing gear,… Read More
 
Cunnilingus by Craig Kurtz

Cunnilingus by Craig Kurtz

  “The learn’d, the wise, the grave, the gay in its embraces take delight; ‘tho hid, they adore it in the day and often kneel… Read More
 
Double Envelopment Poems by Gary Beck

Double Envelopment Poems by Gary Beck

  Spectator I sit in a building lobby in midtown Manhattan looking out the window watching people flow by, a continuous spectacle of diverse humanity,… Read More
 
Jaws Bit My Sister’s Nose by Camillus John

Jaws Bit My Sister’s Nose by Camillus John

    Jaws bit my sister’s nose. Has Jaws bit your nose yet? Maybe that’s your problem, bud.   I was nine and she was six.… Read More
 
The Unwashed Monologue by Joel Schueler

The Unwashed Monologue by Joel Schueler

    You can relax. This isn’t another poem about love. Nor of pursuits for that end, nor is it about loveless endings. Okay that’s… Read More
 
A Bobcat in the Nearby Woods by John Grey

A Bobcat in the Nearby Woods by John Grey

    A bobcat’s more amazing than the latest General Motors model. Your feet follow your flashlight toward those sharp green eyes. Such a blush… Read More
 
A Fair Amount of Ghosts by Zach Murphy

A Fair Amount of Ghosts by Zach Murphy

He plays the trumpet brilliantly on the corner of Grand and Victoria. He doesn’t look like he’s from this era. He’s impeccably dressed, from his… Read More
 
Lamplight by John Davis

Lamplight by John Davis

    Me the moth on the opposite side of glass, flapping wings you the lamplight never winking or blinking but holding a long breath.… Read More