Normandy by Brandon Shane
Normandy Picking you up aside abandoned asphaltrusted telephone booths with glass wallsold western motels & their chipped wood while mother […]
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The Ballad by Pawel Markiewicz
The moony, dreamy naiad is awakened,like pearl in the deepest marine finery.She-muser of eternity seeks for hoard.Choir: Muse’s treasure amaranthine-gentle.The
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Driving Through The City On A Rainy Night and other poems by Karlo Sevilla
“A blurred night painting by Monet,
exhibited in the industrial cold”
– Driving Through The City On A Rainy Night by Karlo Sevilla
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A Question of Trust and Witnessing by Jeffrey Zable
“I’ve been on large ships and fairly small boats,
but on each occasion my life was in someone else’s hands”
– A Question of Trust by Jeffrey Zable
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Delicious Ambiguity and Preservation by Maria Nobile
“I wander into this ambiguous global world
Where miscommunications are commonplace”
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Dream’s Death and other poems by Audrey Morales
RIVER Content Warning; Suicide Do you ever want to jump off a bridge into a river? Yearning for a brief
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Sunsets for Dreamers by Corinne Lynema
An apartment in the city can feel as far away as a cabin in the country, as long as you
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One Week Until July by Yuu Ikeda
“One Week Until July” what is waiting for me? monochromatic waves of heat?morbid loneliness?the motionless horizon? what is waiting for
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The Names of the trees and other poems by Alex Sullivan
The Names of the Trees Do you remember the death of autumn?You were younger then. We stood by the old
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Degenerate by Frank Njugi
The schism between a full-blown avalanche ofpermissiveness & my whimsical use of expletives -as a form of sanctification, is like
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