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
Poetry
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
Delicious Ambiguity and Preservation by Maria Nobile
“I wander into this ambiguous global world
Where miscommunications are commonplace”
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 moment of relief.You watch from the height.Look over the currents,The sun shimmersDances on the reflective pool. You envision your body leaping.Flying– breaking through the air,Wind in your hair.Your slow-motion self inches toward the depthsBelow,That in-between …
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 me? ridicule of cicadas?the boiled moonlight?the repeat of winter? I’m waiting for nothing. what is waiting for me? “Only for” A schedule book isonly for people whohave hope for the future thatthey are surely gazing …
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 shed,the one in the green pasture. That was the day the trees were felledone after anotherby the men with machines, those metal,gnashing teethand you could only cover your ears. I wanted to comfort you,my only …
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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 the mayhem ofone remaining from the rubbles of seeing everything from the lens of obsession. & I am a slorefor silver foxes that take my body to be nothing more than the need for dainty …
Juvenile by Cadriel Hallward
Beautiful boy, open your
wardrobe and wear a
costume of someone that
your father can be proud of.
Beautiful boy, you are still
young.
Summer Solstice by Bernard Pearson
Request the rain to kindly know its place and when to stop.
Pick the early pear, break out the strawberry treats
And laugh at winter…