Gisèle Vincent-Page ~ Rest In Peace
RestingGathering over the waterbars of steelfilthy river flutteringsomething like noisebattling lightly touchingI haven't seen a thingI have done.I tried to push it allback out but no I'mswallowing it...
View ArticleJoseph Lisowski
When Does This Ride Stop?How can I stopThis carouselOf luck,Mostly bad?Flesh wrinklesGrows limpWith age.Yet the body-soulAttempts to soarAt the sight,Smell,NearnessOf female fleshSingingFor...
View ArticleJamie Bradley
Ghazalcadence & slow coronas of siltthe steam-soaped petrol in the weed's rugthe geological wrist of most demarcationsthe secret life of tents & errant stormspoints of tenure & recessionthe...
View Articlej.p. christiansen
Of Mirth And GraveOh youthful rage,unmet desire, now,but do not sully,speaks an age,so as to caution.Of minds oppressed,time lends a loss,a scar to ways in error.One speaks of progeny,to witnesswhere...
View ArticleB.T. Joy
Creation—we have believed too long creation is handed down from above something chipped awayand smoothed; or moulded, and then set by firecreation is a dance the crystal sculpture of the river...
View ArticleRobert Demaree
October SongA change of seasonsShifts cloud and light about October skies;Against a luminous gray, it castsAlbescent brightnessOn those gingerbread cottagesAcross the pondOr on the red gold stripe of...
View ArticleArt Heifetz
Love in the Latter Part of LifeLove in the latter part of life,Is more than a sudden squallOn calm September seasThat rises and abates.It is an unexpected gift Like the smile of a young girlTo a...
View ArticleNote from the editor...
A note to let all, sundry, and sundry others know that this journal is alive and kicking. I am taking what might best be described as a tour of duty sabbatical.To any potential contributors, please...
View ArticleElvis Fix
I DivergeI divergeI am the contrato normalcyslowly swimmingthrough the etherthe senselessness—the senselessness that fillsthe otherwise void world.Tangent ray of lightscatteredsolitary.Happily...
View ArticleAfzal Moolla
MasksFingers,clawing at my face,slipping beneath the facade,tugging, tearing, flailing,stripping off the veneer,exposing the fragmented decay,cloaked,under this mask I wear today.Hands,groping for...
View ArticleJan Napier
Zebras and StormLightning mosquitoes earthskinas electric equinesbarred and pumpedreflect and flashtrample the ogresof everyday.InterviewTSTmpj: Your vivid depiction of a storm suggests to me that you...
View ArticleGary Beck
Speechless in Another LandWhen the dusky hour rumblestowards another evening, mumblesrising from the open windows tease the unfound variations of delight.The maddened hopeless waitingbreathes a silent,...
View ArticleDavid James Olsen
Sonnet to IsaacDear laughing Isaac, listen if you please:Don't dig your wells in New Orleans now tame.I beg of you to curve your course with easeAnd twirl out toward the sea from whence you came!For...
View ArticleMark J. Mitchell
Herb TeaListening for the kettleI cough. My lungs rattleHard, like trapped steam. The coldWill pass, the cure is time.Still, I can’t say I’m fineTrapped in this midnight, feeling old.InterviewTSTmpj:...
View ArticleMartha Landman
Clouds and I love to watch the clouds -- Albert HammondSplendid clouds in shades of whitethe mountain’s wedding dressin silk, the moonon late night shiftthe sun / a...
View ArticleKaitlyn Plyley
Glasshouse MountainsA thundercloud made solidand fallen to the earth. A wizarded beast. It hunches in stone,leaning for the migration south. They huddle behind curtainous trees,a threatening presence....
View ArticleOlive Oshyer
A Weekend at the BarattasFriday night – headlights can be seen along the track,Same cars and boats that left on Sunday, now coming back.An hour or so south of Townsville, past Greenacres near GiruIs...
View ArticleRobert Demaree
Batterymates At 73, I have long since given upSoccer and basketball with him,So we have devised a new game,My grandson and I,To play in the back yard on afternoonsThick with the warmth of late spring.I...
View ArticleArt Heifetz
The HuipilI don’t hold with those who thinkthat we’re the Chosen Peoplebut the joy of waking by your sidehas almost made me a believer.Small miracles are wovenfrom quiet moments such as this,each...
View ArticleMichael Laubscher
At sea am I out Some days - I drift out across the seaweightless and wonderlessboundless, horizonless.Just to bethat which no one has to think about or even talk. Interview TSTmpj: What is your first...
View ArticleDonal Mahoney
Take Me to the TaxidermistI told my wife the other nightwhen she came back to bedmy feet were cold so now'sthe time for me to tell hernot to bury me or burn meor give my body to science.Take me to the...
View ArticleMark Nenadov
5 A.M.Beautiful butterfly's dirty diaper overflowedand the fire truck came and cleaned it upI could get another hour or two of sleepif my evening emu eyes would shutbut an early bird on the wire...
View ArticleJnana Hodson
Into Certain Sentences that old unadulterated formula plus insertsjust checking on this year’s dates remarking I hadn’t heard from youwas told you and Jack had just spoken that morning and were off to...
View ArticleEmily Strauss
Poem Lost on the RoadA bit of poem fell on the roada phrase copied from someold book long out of printI wanted to use it in a new versebut I lost it somewhere as I walkedmaybe under a leaf with its...
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