Poetry

Heather M. Browne – Her War Ghosts

Her War Ghosts The ghosts she did not know  Tinged her days, sepia shaded longing Sadness touching upon celebrations  Cooling the edges, chilling  her laughter The ghosts she did not know   Painted her moments, washing her walls  Their shadowy silhouettes hanging  Among family portraits  Photos of before or now lined the walls, never then  She looked […]

Ashley Shaw – Cannibalized Romance

Cannibalized Romance i seek shelter from the bomb of your bloated tongue your sneer, an angry gash frigid words blur your lips land like fists on mine inkblot bruises stain my neck i shed my dress trembling red rose petals limbs and skin and desperation clinging until we are spent i inhale the nicotine from […]

William Greenfield – Dusk

Dusk There is an ebbing of spirit; The part that marvels at a sailor’s sunset or finds solitude in the noise that crickets make. In the coming twilight I will perform a life sustaining walk past rolling leas and century old farm houses. My arms and legs will function like the involuntary beating of a […]

Kim Peter Kovac – Garcia Lorca and Darwish at the Alhambra de Granada

Garcia Lorca and Darwish at the Alhambra de Granada A frail man with a shock of hair and transparent skin shuffles across a red stone courtyard in the heart of Andalusia.  Amidst a cluster of buildings, he knows he must find the Citadel, and is drawn right, right, and then left. A Nasrid archway crowned […]

William Greenfield – Momma’s Boy Gone Bad

Momma’s Boy Gone Bad Dear Mother I am sorry for not coming to visit you, for not sitting cross-legged in the open field while reciting confessions to you. I am sorry you cannot hear my thousand thanks for the many model trains and superheroes that drove the family debt to somewhere between impossible and my […]

Kim Peter Kovac – Trinity

Trinity In the name of the former and of the latter and of their holocaust. Allmen. -James Joyce 1.  Los Alamos, New Mexico Theologians exploring crucibles and intersections of faith light upon the fact that Trinity, where the secret gang detonated the Gadget, was likely christened after a verse by John Donne: “batter my heart, […]

Arthur Heifetz – A.M.

A.M. Why do you draw the sheets over your head and shrink from the day? Is it because your father taught you life was an aching tooth to be endured until they finally removed it? Or that friends’ fatal illnesses began with nothing more than a numbness in the arm or a lump in the […]

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