Monthly Archives: November 2011
“love” by Patrick Riedy
love is difficult is believing in life in servitude fear fills my lungs somehow i still breathe it must be my body preparing itself for the sea getting ready for saltwater and you closing up exit wounds before i leave
“love” by Patrick Riedy
love is difficult is believing in life in servitude fear fills my lungs somehow i still breathe it must be my body preparing itself for the sea getting ready for saltwater and you closing up exit wounds before i leave
“we died before the wind swept us ashore” by Michael Koh
the light goes out I am 22 sitting in the darkness life is flaccid my love takes my hand guides it to her chest the radio is on no song plays instead dylan thomas is on the radio ‘wind in
“we died before the wind swept us ashore” by Michael Koh
the light goes out I am 22 sitting in the darkness life is flaccid my love takes my hand guides it to her chest the radio is on no song plays instead dylan thomas is on the radio ‘wind in
Three Poems by Neil Ellman
The Spectral Cow (after the painting by Salvador Dalí) Cowboy Cowghost spectral dream skin & bones on the hoof haunts my sleep. Is it the image of myself grown old out to pasture out of time? The First Days
Three Poems by Neil Ellman
The Spectral Cow (after the painting by Salvador Dalí) Cowboy Cowghost spectral dream skin & bones on the hoof haunts my sleep. Is it the image of myself grown old out to pasture out of time? The First Days
Two Poems by Patrick Riedy
today the sun moved one hour to the east overnight when you were sound asleep curling the toes of your cold feet don’t worry love dreams can care for themselves i’m trying to reach the heart of everything i’m trying
Two Poems by Patrick Riedy
today the sun moved one hour to the east overnight when you were sound asleep curling the toes of your cold feet don’t worry love dreams can care for themselves i’m trying to reach the heart of everything i’m trying
“and then old fat god made it rain” by Letson Williams
and then old fat god made it rain she was far too willing to accept ‘no’ as the answer the smart one the littlest one never gave up a single ghost she loved language the most her temper was gone by
“and then old fat god made it rain” by Letson Williams
and then old fat god made it rain she was far too willing to accept ‘no’ as the answer the smart one the littlest one never gave up a single ghost she loved language the most her temper was gone by
“esplanade” by Patrick Riedy
here time stands still even so move forward very slow esplanade pan-am electric tower a woman with a large umbrella inappropriately dressed for a stroll in the sun this is what my city looked like? apparition echo
“esplanade” by Patrick Riedy
here time stands still even so move forward very slow esplanade pan-am electric tower a woman with a large umbrella inappropriately dressed for a stroll in the sun this is what my city looked like? apparition echo
“The Haiku of Wrath” by Virginie Colline
First appeared in Quantum Poetry Magazine, 2011 the dust they all bite men, mice and horses alike dancing for dear lives a man on the pavement in his hands just his head Profile: Virginie Colline
“The Haiku of Wrath” by Virginie Colline
First appeared in Quantum Poetry Magazine, 2011 the dust they all bite men, mice and horses alike dancing for dear lives a man on the pavement in his hands just his head Profile: Virginie Colline
Three Poems by Shelby Milizia
She’s milling back and froth-fer a pooled chanting in her willow gut arms e-lapsing iridescent flies as Munchhausen coming in as many murmured – many peaches as she can stand pitted green at
Three Poems by Shelby Milizia
She’s milling back and froth-fer a pooled chanting in her willow gut arms e-lapsing iridescent flies as Munchhausen coming in as many murmured – many peaches as she can stand pitted green at
“implants” by Patrick Riedy
they say her face is so soft because tears are the best moisturizer all the girls do it these days to get young and a step ahead i heard you can get an extra tear duct put into each eye
“implants” by Patrick Riedy
they say her face is so soft because tears are the best moisturizer all the girls do it these days to get young and a step ahead i heard you can get an extra tear duct put into each eye
Three Poems by Howie Good
MUSE I used to imagine you as the sound of falling water, then I woke up one morning with someone else’s heart breaking in my chest. I couldn’t bear to look when the colonel cried, “Bayonets!” and men without an
Three Poems by Howie Good
MUSE I used to imagine you as the sound of falling water, then I woke up one morning with someone else’s heart breaking in my chest. I couldn’t bear to look when the colonel cried, “Bayonets!” and men without an
