Too Much by Joan Colby

It was like running cool water over your wrists On the hottest day of the summer. Windless and wordless.   Like clouds lumbering up the slope of the sky Burdened with moisture like Sherpas Who do this for the money.   Like those who died on the trek Wanting to accomplish something They could not... Continue Reading →

Lineup by Sanjeev Sethi

Distance intensifies echo of matters  kept muted for sake of sodality. Space dulls emotional density, freeing us from its dominance. Mental images are reappropriations. More us at the moment than the faithful staging of sequences. Photo by ArtHouse Studio on About the Poet: Sanjeev Sethi is published in over 30 countries. He has more than... Continue Reading →

The Oak by Thomas Zimmerman

we sat beneath that night, the one that lost a limb six years before (I heard it crack and saw it drop when I was at home plate).   That oak is where we spoke the words of love (albeit drunk and horny), words that neither you nor I dare use in poems today:  ... Continue Reading →

Trigger by Yves K. Morrow

If I were to raise my voice your fragile heart would shatter and tear crescents into the soles of our feet. We are actors of necessity. Our words are cold and diaphanous like an angel’s wings before death. My unsmiling mouth fills your body with contempt. Each time I approach your borders it is taken... Continue Reading →

I Remember My Father by Lynn White

I remember my father. Remember being carried high  on his shoulders when he was walking into town. I remember that I was scared. I had never been carried on shoulders before. Was there a bus strike or no money for the fare? That I don’t remember. I remember my father sitting in a chair, a... Continue Reading →

Trying, very trying by a.d. matthias

Very hard, I’m trying, very trying; apologies drip from my every pore; unbalanced, I can only clumsily trip over the mystifying vomit of images and words These eulogies for mere existence, I offer from abbey to abattoir, as they paradoxically dam my mind, yet let the rivers run rapid and true My fleeing footfalls disturb... Continue Reading →

A Year Ago Today by Tobias Maxwell

I could never pride myself with the desertion We undertook. There were no dues collected From some lonely-hearts society. You simply Left, almost mumbled your goodbye behind Your guarded tears, your foot still swollen From schlepping all over Manhattan that last night. Your visit marred by dubious points worth noting: Valentine’s Day and Central Park... Continue Reading →

Burned Bridges by David Spicer

My fiery reputation precludes me. I walk by a bookstore clerk and he frowns. I clerked in a bookstore and frowned all the time. My compulsive hobby was burning bridges. I outgrew the hobby of burning bridges. Now, I’m trying to rebuild those burned bridges. Burned bridges are impossible to rebuild. I thought of a... Continue Reading →

Dehiscence by Sanjeev Sethi

This rain this awful rain refuses to take you away. If the paroxysm of my burns doesn't pain: what else will? Sediment of soil is vitiated with the rubble of washed-up years. On and off it leaks from the scourings. It’s inconceivable for those not tied to ribbon of reciprocalities to jerk to the same twist all... Continue Reading →

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