Staying at Home by David Spicer

I don’t mind the orders to stay inside I favor the life of a recluse The recluse lives owing few favors I can email friends I’ve never met Someday I may meet those email friends I live in the amusement park of my mind I amuse my parked mind thinking of you solving one of... Continue Reading →

Blue Swan by Clarice Hare

Still sheathed in silk velvet and lacquer with a flesh-smudged mask of henna, I glide out to the lanai. The tangerine night light shines down against the greenery of morning. I dip into my bag, find Klimt peacocked Murano, and bowl the cottony sipper of my narcotic— Alpinist 99. I look to my left. A... Continue Reading →

A Funeral in Spring by John Grey

It is not Spring. It’s winter.   Everyone in attendance is chilled and shaking.   Not even dark suits and dresses can warm them. Yes, buds are opening, wild flowers peeping through the emerging grasses. But that’s just nature. Its seasons cycle. Ours come and go. Photo by Brett Sayles on Pexels.com About the Poet:... Continue Reading →

Thin Disguise by Michael Igoe

I descend chutes, by way of sluices, to enter rapid currents. You hear me speak only when fees are granted. With glowing words I sing your praises. I will someday betray your memory from a fast car window. I'm more than desperate to quit the cradle. Your vitality comes from youth misspent same as your... Continue Reading →

The Point of Poetry by DS Maolalai

what's the point of poetry? once, a prideful egg, I told someone "it's to show that every surface is a mirror" but that wasn't even right. just a pat answer, made up to impress, like throwing away a bag of coloured painting. some way to while the evenings, drinking wine, smoking and listening through the... Continue Reading →

Animate by Tyler Wettig

As all men are, we are weak: the feral perfumes of our loins unabated by  our greater muse, intuition, with our  faces for all seasons like so many   pockets of change. We are of the ways of the old masters: carvers, molders, melders of slab and stroke--the curiosity  seekers of our covenant's yin .... Continue Reading →

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