Poetry

Poetry
James Diaz
a summons from the crows across town the lonely lean into quiet walk two-step hollow into the fading light misfortune motel and everyone knows this is how it goes for them too you wake up one day not at all like how you thought you’d be huddled around a...

Poetry
Michael P. Lefanto
They’re gonna leave me laying in my body waste diapered in bed. Waiting for the loser of the, no it’s your turn I did it the last time argument, to come upstairs and change me. . No doubt I’ll end up begging them, to let me please...

Poetry
Matthew Borczon
My special needs son is laughed at and bullied in school because when he gets upset he either explodes into curses and anger or he cries displaying what his therapist calls his emotional real age the other kids find either response hilarious and a distraction from their school day so they push his buttons until the show begins...

Poetry
Mark McConville
I am stepping out of this chaotic room Struggling to breathe in fresh air My smoked out lungs like raging bulls Probably red and pulsating like hearts. . The town looks unfamiliar They’ve changed the billboards And the café I used to drink...

Poetry
William S. Tribell
That I may with all do discretion, make my own slight confession It was Tennessee in mid-July just because Johnny Cash said so Whiskey, Johnson City and the right direction to Cumberland Gap Not to stray, but by-the-way, let me be the first to...

Poetry
Leah Mueller
You won’t take summer from me again: my heart a rolled-up carpet, unwinding and exposed. . I have no choice but to bare the debris. Some escapes, pebbles underfoot. . Step on one, then another, keep my eyes on the wall. . Every June, the vigil and the bludgeon. July fruit, rotten in...

Poetry
Kevin Higgins
“I just wanted to hear [them] deny it.” Lyndon Baines Johnson . It is not true that at our meeting today I forced the Foreign Secretary and Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster to bathe in piping hot custard and gently scrubbed their backs, bellies,...

Poetry
Brian Rihlmann
He saw me at the grocery store, and asked if I was the guy who used to bartend there Twenty years ago, and I froze, then lied, and turned away. . But he knew it was me. And I’d recognized him too. . For the last week, I’ve been wondering why. . I don’t...

Poetry
R.M. Engelhardt
The Absolute . The Infinite . The Unending Moment . The Essence Of Non- Being . The Void . A gratuitous Nothing...

Poetry
Alisa Velaj
THE CHILD, THE CROWD AND THE PEACOCK . Etude 1 . On the Carnival Day, People walk through the city In the company of a Peacock. . Beings of various kinds, Their minds blissful, Their faces cheerful With Peacock Colours. . Etude 2 . Stepping on the Peacock Tail, The Child becomes a little...