Remembering my Uncle Johnny’s Face By Helen Falandes
My Uncle Johnny’s face was badly burned when he was a child; the aunties never stopped talking about it, with hushed voices and tsk- tsking at every family gathering: it…
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Breaking Up in a Small Town By Helen Falandes
With whom do you talk when you are breaking up in a small town? If you end up back together so much will need to be ignored at the next…
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Farm Boys Thomas Cannon
farm boys fight to be counter-productive. they wreck stuff a wealth of chores split before and after school but even on busy farms Childhood has free time break the branches…
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Corporeality by Cameron Morse
Day before the stay-at-home order goes into effect, I lace my ears, muzzle my mouth in gauze. Each exhalation steams my spectacles blind. A postal worker shouts at me for…
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When Flowers Die by Len Carber
When flowers die, They die slowly— Edge by edge The petals curl, Still, silently, Without complaint. Unlike us, Cut flowers Should be let go Before the first Tinge of death,…
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Dance Forbidden Russell Schneider
Under the muted moonlight, I, Dance with the dead, Loved ones, Left at the crossroads. Sing with sinners Long since forgotten, Cavort with convicts Once held as lovers and friends,…
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Bogeyman Dreams by Edward Ahern
As a child and young adult my dreams were sometimes tortured by beings who thirsted for my powerless body or soul and I entered awakening with quaking relief. These dreams…
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Boys by Abigail Kipp
Loneliness is a worm gnawing at my gut, so I cling to boys who don’t care (flowers promised but never given). It wiggles its way through me so I can’t…
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The Legend of Sabine by Arvilla Fee
They say on nights so very still, Sabine will come – oh, yes, she will. Holding babe to bony chest, she never rests; she never rests. Strain your ears, and…
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A Walk Through Town With Gran by Robin Ray
Behold! Spoiled girls who moan from sunrise to conniption in their daffodil socks and pickled dresses, enjoying the heck out of Mackintosh-flavored ice cream. In the tight suburban creases, gray…
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Wichita Harvest By Keith Gaboury
“New Prospects for Growing Human Replacement Organs in Animals.” I kiss the stars like I kiss you under our porch light. Are you ready, ready to untangle this Big Sky…
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New Life By Tiffany Renee Harmon
After it happened I planted myself Burrowed deep into the ground A cold, silent slumber But nestled in the dirt blanket Green buds of new life started to form Sprouts…
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Tears By John F McMullen
When we are young, we cry easily — when we fall — when we cut ourselves and — when we don’t get what we want As we get older, The…
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Beneath the Juniper By Shannon Thompson
Search for me In the woods Where the magpie sings His song of sorrows. Find me underneath The Juniper Tree. Wait for the moon At its fullest And awaken me…
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Crossing the Line by Fabrice Poussin
There is a line beyond those woods invisible yes undeniable yet its quest is everlasting and must continue for there, queries may be filled with truths. True there is a…
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Limited time offer by Josef Krebs
ubsequent malaise that death brings If you’re inconsequential in your effects That rapid pace of your heartbeat Over the years That damped you down while challenging To the demands of…
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Sublime Sex By John F. McMullen
I slowly calm, catching my breath spent and euphoric totally satiated. So deeply in love I must hold onto to her Never let her get away I have found “the…
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Reality Forsaken by Bruce Levine
Reality forsaken For a chance at the golden ring And though it’s only made of brass A chance to grab it still could bring Dreams of glory yet remain Waiting…
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A Mind of Winter by Cordelia M. Hanemann
Cold crusts barren branches; the mind of winter comes. What I have known recedes, as trees surrender leaves. Little remains. Names I’ve sworn never to forget, precious words, coveted over…
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The Pull of Weeds by Cordelia M. Hanemann
One day in July, I bent to pull weeds in the garden, to lift a large stone; I bent at the waist and lifted, to move a large stone, to…
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I Was Right All Along by John Grey
My problem with school is that I can’t go back there and point out to that teacher just how wrong she was: about Columbus, about how I would turn out…
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Bad Morning by Don Thompson
A hangdog coyote crosses the road and lopes off into the scrub. You can feel his wretchedness. Behind him, a dried rabbit carcass, too far gone to feed on, and…
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Across the Street by Wendy Lee Klenetsky
ng ball with (what I assume to be) her brother. He doesn’t seem too thrilled with having to be her playmate; he’s throwing the ball far above her head, making…
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Town Bell by Megha Sood
When the pain resonates in the deep clanks of the big pendulum standing alone in the heart of that small town it vibrates and syncs up with all the wailing…
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Dance of the Death by Megha Sood
The clutching bones makes the rattling sound and that grim reaper makes his eerie presence felt around Life is squeezed out of this moment gasping and choking with no air…
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Hard Night by Francis Flavin
The rabbits took a lickin last night. The Magpies are doing their best to clean up the mess, But the Ravens are off chastising the livestock At old farmer Bob’s…
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Fallow Shadows by Susan Gentry
Fallow shadows follow a fiasco of woe Years of tears adhere to mirror a soul Silent screams seed the ground below Yesterday’s tomorrows with no place to go False pride…
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A Reflection on Nature: The Arve in Summer by Michael Smith
Better to understand a river By understanding how I understand a river I must step back from the bank of thought And let it flow It’s not a cross or…
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Lie on Your Stomach on The Grass by Jonathan Bracker
The solid earth has never yet complained. There is only the slight scrape Of the accommodating grass Adjusting around your body its bent blades. Impossible ever to get close enough!…
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Paper Carrier by James B. Nicola
I was a paper carrier and used to hear her speak when I rang to collect from her every other week. I’d see her on those afternoons dressed up exquisitely.…
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He was a Good by James B. Nicola
He was a good good little boy From break of dawn till time for bed: His father’s pride, his mother’s joy, Immaculately bred. He never lost his temper, was As…
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My Mother’s Pink Bloomers by Milton Ehrlich
In the days before washing machines, Mother kept our clothes scrubbed wash-board clean, hung up on a line in size places—bloomers led the way. When I was a kid, I…
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Ode to Ruairi by JR Vork
If I could swim The pool Of tears That our sun Let out to dry Or hear a wind Thru her…sail Deep into The night I would measure Each wild…
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Sonnet from A Nightmare by Dennis Gilliam
What is this dark dream that is cast in gloom? What ominous, baneful face floats in air, Carrying grim, a foreboding of doom? See the dire eyes how they glow…
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Lines from A Madman’s Diary by Dennis Gilliam
Suddenly, he appeared from my ceiling, The turbaned Arab smoking a hookah, Sitting on his own cloud of smoke Like a djinn. Al-Qaeda decapitated him he said. The gnome at…
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Déjà vu by Dennis Gilliam
This is how it always feels. I have been here before. The door is still closed Time elapses in seconds. The door is not closed. The wood is not splintered.…
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Midwest Sunset by John Dorroh
I wait for you, my darling sky. I wait for you to pull out your palette, inviting the world to stop breathing just for a moment, to look up and…
Empty Silos
My Homestead, For Better or Worse by Ray Spitzenberger
for better or worse I love my homestead rows of burnt-gold milo maize the grain sorghum grown for feed hot sand between long rows reflects the fierce sun above and…
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Penny by Linda Sacco
He liked that I was a free spirit, so he could bottle me up and sell me to the highest bidder. It is such a long spiral down, waiting for…
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Reality by johnmac the bard
Reading Billy Collins or Bukowski or Sharon Olds Is like watching Ted Williams hit or Steve Jobs sell a concept or Larry Bird see the court or Steven Hawking think.…
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Death and Life by Jesse Thompson
Franklin claimed that it would come To us as surely as taxes. And yes, it can be quite taxing, But death is the continuum of life– An embrace between two…
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A Case of Induced Prophecy by Maria DePaul
On a moonlit night, As the Milky Way Shimmered like a band Reflected in a lake Just outside of The town of Inwood Indiana, A woman foresaw An emerging civilization.…
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Mother Sat Me by Marc Meierkort
Mother sits me down in front of The Partridge Family & says “do your homework.” I had already done my homework, see, but she doesn’t know that. Mother sits me…
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Legacy of Blue by Candice Louisa Daquin
She is a bright & mauve butterfly Singing to the moon for her supper Wishing against silence for support Sweet in words that are caught Against the silver spiders web…
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Macabre Morality under a Tent by Christopher Collingwood
An evil Ferris wheel disturbs the nightmares of the living Disfigured clowns giggle to demented souls A tattered tent limps awkwardly in the distance Its faded stripes run in the…
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Grazing by Joseph S. Pete
All scut and scurry and grinding incisors, the voracious rabbit lingered around the grassy fringes of the invasive, petroleum byproduct parking lot like a downy talisman. Famed for its irrepressible…
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Icicles by Elizabeth Shuler
Glassy and wet water in a white dress, thrashing the “I” with a thick Ick! Right in the middle. “C” curving around the “L” sharp as a sickle. Cracking with…
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Across a Frozen Pond by James B. Nicola
I skated myself across a pond In cursive abandon and back again And was happy with the impression I’d made And that others could see my giant scrawl All winter.…
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In Old Age, Remembering by Jonathan Bracker
1. Rethinking childhood he recalls a gruff Kind male teacher in shop class Instructing the boys how to make, Basically on one’s own, Simple book-ends which would be shellacked. Tools…
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Scraping By by Andrew Hubbard
These little cities Were tough and strong, Pious and independent. Mostly they made parts And sub-assemblies For the motor city, Hub of car manufacturing For the world. But everything changes…
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Shades of Endymion by Chani Zwibel
Mesmerize me with hypnotic eyes, and still I know your ten thousand lies. Lovely demon, hands of ice, your crooked smile with not suffice. All leonine, I loved you once,…
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Point of No Return by Robert B. Moreland
When the piercing pain inside overshadows the fear of death, it’s easier to step into the unthinkable. Depression’s dark tendrils blind reason, serotonin depleted, amygdale’s protective fear forgotten. Impulse removes…
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A Winter Form by Dean Baltesson
A shadow consults the night lonely image rising and falling in pools of cold street light moving figure clothed in silence measuring loneliness between the warmth of windows lit by…
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Taking Leave by Robin Reynolds
Inside of here, I hold on too tightly. Fists clenched and toes curled, I white-knuckle my way through this life. I cannot wear this skin well, I don’t know how…
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Finding You on the Harmony Road by Pat Anthony
I drive gravel roads to lift this darkness a clenched fist around the day, crowding heart, ribs, squeezing air from laboring lungs count Rose of Sharon beginning to bloom beside…
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Vinterfelt by Chris Wheeler
I went back to my childhood home and midst the rustle of the new year took a walk through back-acre trails. Stomping grounds of old have grown cold. I remember…
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There Are Railroad Tracks that Run Through this Town by Leah Angstman
that go somewhere, but I’ve never known where. Somewhere, on both sides, we’re connected to someone else’s town, but in between is here. And here smells of spiraea and lilacs,…
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Sweet Corn from a Roadside Stall by Leah Angstman
“Quarter a ear,” she says, “I’ll shuck it for a extra nickel.” She needs the nickel more than I— the accent hard and guttural, back of the throat—haven’t the heart…
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The Empire State by Peter Ivarson
I look up at the night In my rural hometown Where the only light source Is the moon and evening stars And no car to be seen for miles On…
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Returned by Deborah L. Davitt
They’d lain their grandparents to rest last week— none of the family had reckoned on seeing them again, except as pictures in dusty albums and words traced on tombstones.. But…
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Taxidermied Memories by Brent C. Green
They say you should behave like your childhood books taught, where you find yourself while in other lands. Because in your hometown you are a decaying Texas oak tree, toilet…
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Goodness Gracious by johnmac the bard
I saw him on television this wizened old man speaking softly of days of yore. And then the host Don Imus, said, somewhat cruelly, I thought, “Would you do a…
Poetry
A Thousand Ways by Kim Cope Tait
A Thousand Ways I didn’t know I could be satisfied with my palm flat on the back of a boy whose heartbeat was a whisper on my skin. I didn’t…
Poetry
Absolute Resolution Rarely Occurs by Josef Krebs
ution rarely occurs It’s usually the slow drip drip of perhaps The caution or uncertainty of hope without faith As the evolution avoids or maybe just doesn’t identify itself As…
Poetry
Acorns: An Invasion by Cordelia M. Hanemann
clatter of acorns peppers a machine-gun fire barrage across the bow of my deck, by day, by night, until I think enough –surely there are no more acorns left in…
Poetry
Detasseling by M. N. Hanson
Detasseling My first summer in the corn, Greg Schneider crushed his leg in a combine at a farm down the road. When I couldn’t eat dinner that night, My mother…
Poetry
Swarmers by Cassandra Rose Clarke
Swarmers We drift, snowflakes and stars, never melting, forever burning, the scent of flowers and fresh dirt propelling us along once-invisible veins of travel, now illuminated by the spring sun—ancient…
Poetry
The Artist by R.J. Davey
The Artist He applies the first deft brushstroke To a blank canvas stretched upon an old easel At first careful, then carefree As something inside him is released A piece…
Poetry
Midnight Shadows by Timothy Wilkinson
Midnight Shadows Tree-cast shadows upon the fence In moonlit darkness Twilight sent Bold and black they linger there On sun-bleached pine In sultry air But shades of that from which…
Poetry
You Follow by Madeline Grove
You Follow Running through the woods down the sinister path, you follow. Your cold sneer, the reason for my nightmares. Your harsh touch, the reason for all of my pain.…
Poetry
Spark by Jakob Chapman
Spark Daily warming—chopping kindling. Damper open. Build the wooden cabin higher, within the black, cast-iron stove. There is something primal in fire. Humans desire private red flames—to warm old hearts,…
Poetry
Mama Goose by Heather Truett
Mama Goose We had four geese, and then two of the geese appeared with their own brood, yellow balls of fluffy feathers, downy and bright against the green grass. My…
Poetry
Shipwreck by David Pring-Mill
Shipwreck Wrecked and beached, I saw a sailboat in the same state. On a bed of jagged stones, it slept, surrounded by cellphone photographers, more concerned with novelty than the…
Poetry
The Town by Katharine Benelli Coggeshall
The Town Have you ever noticed, small towns have a smell? A delicate welcoming scent that creeps into your soul. Impossible to manufacture by fat-cat reproductionists bottling sincerity sold on…
Poetry
Abused by Suzanne Cottrell
Abused Battered by force Our trunks repeatedly hit Accidentally or Intentionally Scrapes, cuts, bruises, welts, fractures Lightning scars, hurtful words Weighed down by snow and ice Like guilt and poor…
Poetry
The Past that Visits by Laurie George-Decker
e rain hates the sun, Like good hates evil, Like flesh hates thorns. You remind me of my mistakes, Show them to me with perfect vision. Yesterday, you didn’t speak…
Poetry
Ferris Wheel by Janet Butler
Ferris Wheel Carnival lights sparkle in a confetti of reds and greens and yellows, shooting stars about to lift and burst held in a magic stasis by the warm airs…
Poetry
Once Lost, Now Found by Maria DePaul
rected By the side Of the road Were accompanied By a sign For a pastor Who had opened A new church On the edge of town. Formerly itinerant, He had…
Poetry
Susie Q in Puppy Love by Marta Ferguson
eyes and think he’s never really bonded with anybody either. And he needs that. He’s mostly lab, some border collie: Rosencrantz. In the system since puppyhood and never had the…
Poetry
The Perfect Roommate by Guy Biederman
to your ad in the Inwood Gazette for a roommate. I don’t smoke, watch football, or leave the toilet seat raised. I pay my rent two months in advance, always…
Poetry
Three Beers Past Midnight by Alan Meyrowitz
ent diatribe and final condemnation— dignity’s death So, he said of love decayed and more recounted, unlikely tales of burden even for a drunkard grieving and yet my glass reminded…
Poetry
The Name Cascade by Edward Ahern
The Name Cascade The same names percolate through a family like a roof leak. And except for the Juniors and Seniors, no outsiders notice. My mother’s father was Edward Willman…
Poetry
Exhumations at the Burying Point by Christopher Greer
ving Work to resurrect The decaying ones Again. Jaws, mattocks, heavy Hands ripping, tearing In the earth. Plumes Of breath betray the breathing. Upturned roots and dregs, souls Spun up,…
Poetry
Sunday Driving by Thomas Locicero
Sunday Driving for my sister, Vicki I was rarely home but home when the news came, Awakened five minutes before the phone rang, Dressing as if my lover’s lover approached.…
Poetry
Courage by Mary Pacifico Curtis
Courage This world holds both poison and medicine – two leaves that look the same – the shiny one makes quinine and the other kills. Our guide picks up two…
Poetry
The Old Train by Joseph J. Kozma
The Old Train The train took off With the squeaks of 100% superheated rust. Then it jerked as if in the delivery room following the sounds of push. The caboose…
Poetry
Nez Perce Creek by Cynthia Hilts
Nez Perce Creek Three great blue herons Share a patch of clover by the stream Four circling ospreys Childish peeps and fleet shadows Seventeen burning sienna dragonflies Mate, divebomb, clatter…
Poetry
The Exile of Mourning by David Anthony Sam
Fire harvests my dreams as God is spoken when ashes stir the wind. Women wash themselves in such residue, knead bread from the chalk of the bone dead while singing…
Poetry
The Brand by Steven Perry
The smell of alcohol and burnt flesh filled the kitchen air I glanced at the long thick piece of iron that laid calm on the blistering red stove. I was…
Poetry
Fiddling the Fourth by Christina M. Rau
Calves on fire, feet blister on wood, they dance. They dance, sweating, fevered, another circle to the left holding hands, another set of high kicks, more do-see-do-ing. Muscles break down,…
Poetry
Passed Away by Sugar Tobey
Mr. Brady died everyone used the words passed away it was strange when someone in my family died they just died I assumed if you were nice that you passed…
Poetry
Elders by Changming Yuan
At twilight, the fishes are retreating To the distant depth, like an ocean They are sure of disappearance with all The effort being made. There is no more Jumping out…
Poetry
Different You by David Pring-Mill
There are many different yous. A multitude matching your philosophy. I am drawn in first by the look of you, and then the depth of you; that is how these…
Poetry
Prammed by Michael M. Marks
Prammed over the cracks, I was the pride of my neighborhood sidewalk, until the neighbor girl cut my golden curls, which never grew back, and I became a has-been before…
Poetry
Good Christmas Hunting by John Reinhart
shelters steamed with rich meat down pillows and comforters – predator-prey relationship reestablished in the spirit of holiday cheer I want to steal crackers from Safeway all the crackers –…
Poetry
Cemetery by Richard Luftig
The only mourners left; These summer storms Those winter moons. Winds that sand Away the names On tombstones To flatness as if No one ever lived Here to farm the…
Poetry
A Sparrow by Sujash Purna
The unflinching attitude to negativity is what keeps us alive Adored, adorned, adopted, adapted Smell of dried and burned grass and garlic Seeping through all our pedagogic minds. When a…
Poetry
The Storm Wind by Edward Ahern
gusts and surges like an unchained guard dog, strewing dust and pollen, flashing the naked underside of leaves, and tossing meadow grass like ruffled bear fur, spinning from side to…
Poetry
Summer Fog by Joe Roberts
Summer fog Blunting the sunrise Retarding the coming hear of the day Heavy wet air clinging to hair ends White wisps of mist curl up in the trees A veil…
Poetry
Grave Robber by Lianne Kamp
I crawl under the blanket of evening and press my ear into the soft ground – listen for the voices that were silenced here eyes cloaked and soul exposed –…
Poetry
What the Road Believes by F.J. Bergmann
That there are other places, by implication. That it will live as long as there are maps. That travelers move through twilight more gently. That travelers wipe away the rain.…
Poetry
Deep and Wide by Lianne Kamp
This small town is as deep as the layers of life echoing beneath the streets and as wide as the breath of the wind that whispers their stories
Poetry
Ordinance by Anna Cates
NOTICE: WEED AND GRASS REMOVAL: All properties within the City of Wilmington must be maintained in accordance with Chapter 1729 of the City of Wilmington Codified Ordinances which prohibits grass…
Poetry
Ol’ Boy by Anna Cates
Styling gel won’t touch that ol’ boy He ain’t no metrosexual He feeds his beagles Walmart’s Ol’ Roy And ain’t that sweet He don’t keer For stereotypes of coon skin…
Poetry
Shadow in Time by Deborah L. Davitt
The diner’s lurked at the corner since 1937; hasn’t been made-over since ‘54 Fluorescent signs behind the counter burned out back in ‘64; grilled cheese costs two bits, pie’s ten…
Poetry
Bones of Blue, Eyes of Gold by j.lewis
to redefine myself redesign everything from the inside out I would start with bones of blue not soft, gentle, pastels but deep, intense, midnight blues that hold the mysteries of…
Poetry
Dutch by Adam Phillips
Dutch Darren Daulton crouched behind the plate, ligaments in his knees crackling like campfires in a primordial forest. he’d been pulled from the shadowed alleys of Philadelphia and pushed squinting…
Poetry
An Ordinary Morning by Joseph J. Kozma
Liquidized stones, almost Called lava, found its way Between the leaves Of maples just finished Bleeding sugar freely; It was a beautiful morning. Mornings are like that On days when…
Poetry
Heart-Shaped Lollies by Linda Sacco
e Station. Heart-shaped lollies Stuck to cement floors Now appear at the bottom of my shoes. The sun Has turned them into a mixture Of sweet nothingness That children slip…
Poetry
Catch by Linda Sacco
Catch He asks, less subtly, what is the meaning? It’s true money doesn’t always fall from the ceiling but he can’t beat the feeling. (I’m a pretty picture on the…
Poetry
Johnson Grass… by Bob Carlton
Johnson grass, wild lettuce, white puff of thistle– untended, the ditch, low border between upper mowings–
Poetry
Fat Wet by Bob Carlton
Fat Wet… Fat wet snow flakes fall softly lost on ground unfrozen. Gray skies, bare trees black with water, smoky breath, stinging ears, summer a thought lost in a shiver.
Poetry
Inversion by David Russomano
Inversion Almost the exact opposite of those birds you hear singing in nearby hedges, but can’t see: this hawk, perched on a low-hanging branch unobscured by leaves, its talons sunk…
Poetry
We Pass by David Russomano
We Pass gas stations, grain silos, a small cemetery, telephone poles marching single file, mills, a bowling alley, fast food chains with names that we all recognize, a maze carved…
Poetry
Lovecraft Baby by Joshua Medsker
Lovecraft Baby Sickly bodies produce the sickest lines a yahoo from back east, evilly divine or is that divinely evil, he ain’t no gent he’s an agoraphobic shaman from Providence…
Poetry
What We Sow by Deborah Davitt
What We Sow They finished the ring road when I was young, but I remember its dirt surface scarring the desert, the barricades. Later, we drove along it; turned east…
Poetry
Second Memory by Heather Heckman-McKenna
Second Memory It’s dark and big and dauntingly unfamiliar considering I had known it for so many months. A dark, big stairway. Much darker and bigger than it’s ever seemed…
Poetry
Alone in This Place by Shawn Aveningo
, and I’ll be here in the woods all alone and abandoned.” ~Grimm (TV Series) NBC ; Season Two, Episode 19, “Endangered.” I can’t relate to the concept of bomb…
Poetry
The Flag Bearer by Joseph J. Kozma
The Flag Bearer One morning when he woke up He felt like a triangle In a rectangular world. The black milk of the night Refused to clarify, templates Fell apart…
Poetry
Inwood Today by Albert Katz
Inwood Today before that restaurant opened there was another restaurant in the same spot a different name same type of food but less expensive that shop selling shoes used to…
Poetry
Pileated by David Anthony Sam
Pileated His hand is in the rapid hammering as if his touch still carpentered my world, shaping with router and band saw the wood that grew from the black humus.…
Poetry
Wicked Waltz by Lorraine Cipriano
Wicked Waltz Born in the age of phonographs in a small sinister place that was in the middle of Inwood, Indiana where secrets were better left unspoken because of the…
Poetry
Ghost Town by Deborah Davitt
Ghost Town History’s for sale, non-refundable, you can have it for just a penny. Don’t mind the bullet-riddled signs or the vandalized windows. Not part of the Old West, it…
Poetry
Do You See? by Caitlyn Mlodzik
Do You See? Do you see wain in the foxlight? Do you glimpse the turbulence of the moon? Do you recognize the vulnerability of sunlight? Do you descry the essence…
Poetry
The Woman in The Tree by Lianne Kamp
ted beneath the ground calves invisible inside the wood bark grew shiny where the feminine body prepared to expose a hint of thigh. There it was a shapely ass and…
Poetry
Soft Grass Murmur by Alan Inman
ding on its haunches a few yards away gives us no warning before its charge interrupting our lakeside meal and rest.
Poetry
Country Funeral by Alan Inman
Country Funeral down the rambling path they led us to the open mouth of earth where I would lay to rest someone I never met lifting a cask gently.
Poetry
Journey Alongside a Minor Highway by David Pring-Mill
d by sights and sounds, unknowingly digested by the world. There are ways to escape, to go higher, to be more than indoctrinated particles, to make the world pronounce you…
Poetry
The Bluish Hue by Patricia Rossi
The Bluish Hue Midnight…I am doused in darkness, ignited in black suffocation… Yet I see an ethereal light? With apparent reticence dawn arrives shackled to an impenetrable fog… Mother Nature…
Poetry
A Collection of Horror Story Haiku by Bobby Aldridge
, low chuffing in the tall grass, which way did they go? ——————————— I fall from the bridge, through memories toward my wife. The coarse rope snaps tight. ——————————— Faint…
Poetry
Inwood Knows by Stephanie De Haven
Inwood Knows 1. Inwood knows what it is to sleep in a kill-zone, and hear the trains scream through the straggle pines that we call “The Woods”. Inwood knows the…
Poetry
The Drought in Wichita Falls by Samuel Underwood
ill dry up and be forgotten, while others prefer to keep quiet and go about their days, watering lawns at designated times and displaying their faith in the Good Lord…
Poetry
I’ll Be Back by Timothy Philippart
I’ll Be Back Death knocked on the wrong door, twice this week. He stopped on my street, bold as a cloudless sunrise. He checked his book, across the road, one…
Poetry
Silence by Lynette Esposito
Silence the birds are quiet in Inwood Indiana at dusk in summer
Poetry
Visiting New Places by Lynette Esposito
e in Inwood… an Indiana town where color is a bit off on the common things… a bit of a mystery the locals say when passing through, one sees a…
Poetry
Commuting by Morgan Bazilian
Commuting A day breaks Unfettered by guilt or gravity. The foothills seem to be laying back, reclining. The dirt sighs, aware of the heat that will return unabated. The water…
Poetry
Untitled Poems by Bekah Steimel
Untitled Poems I. I’m as dark as the dreams of a demon cold to the touch as if I’m already partially dead I stroll around in the shadows dodging the…
Poetry
Springtime by John Reinhart
Springtime arrived, open mouthed, black, screeching harpy-like in the tree branch above my picnic table, sure to shit all over the white paint, something dead hanging from her claws; mechanically…
Poetry
Watching the Lamar River Rapids by Tovah S. Yavin
single drop Lurch and hop across a rock And wondered if he’d rather stay To sun himself in sleepy thought. I guessed he’d love to waste a day Lurking in…
Poetry
Woman Hollering Creek by JR Vork
nst bank Skirt billows beneath Damp from heat Tears, down her cheek Hand to empty womb Her child, glassy eyes … breath still Floats, beyond dawn Murder, they whisper Mother,…
Poetry
Felon by Charles Kell
Felon One time only the walls started to close in. My head pounded with sweat damp beads on my arms and thighs. White dirty concrete pressed against my burning temples.…