Trial by Sanjeev Sethi

When saddled with sadness let it not whelm you. See it like a shipment: that is meant to move away.   There is beauty in grief if one allows oneself to spot it. It contextualizes the concert. This soups it up.   Gloom is good. It sanitizes the surroundings. A raft of seen and unseen... Continue Reading →

Poetry of the Body by Constance Bourg

The sun drops and its cooling light strains for groveling clouds a tree out front stands with hunched shoulders evening wind shuddering the leaves with the grief of the day a sad susurrus rustle, quieter than glacier mice migrating towards the brink as you trace my skin with a lighter hand than I thought possible... Continue Reading →

Mission San Juan Capistrano by Brian Glaser

Mission San Juan Capistrano                                      —for Carolyn Porter    One    Solstice light came at me like a memory  As I walked out through the chapel doors  Away from the darkness of its gold    Into the midmorning rich and silent air.  There were no schoolchildren touring there  But the problem still lay heavy on me ... Continue Reading →

Omnipresent by Aida Bode

God is in your closed eyes, when your mouth rests on mine. I taste his longing to escape, but all I can give him is my own prison.   God is in the absence of your touch as your hand releases my shoulder leaving chills of a confused zephyr on my skin.   God is... Continue Reading →

Expectations by Lynn White

I had never been to the seaside. I knew what to expect, though. I had a book about it. There were lots of pictures of rock pools and the strange creatures living there. My favourites were the hermit crabs. I was looking forward to those the most. I had a little bucket to collect them... Continue Reading →

Ratio by Tobias Maxwell

The devastation that loss brings Shocks the stamina, unnerves the system. Pain is measured in miniscule increments Like the dissemination of a thousand cuts Layered on an inch of perilous skin.   The call to action of our consciousness Elevates momentarily before retreating into stillness. The rallying cry will not happen any time soon. The... Continue Reading →

When You’re Gone by John Grey

Your ghost appears in my doorbell, just like Jacob Marley.   It floats from the ceiling cobwebs, emerges out of the bare kitchen bulb.   It has no eyes, just dark sockets  with even deeper darkness behind. And its mouth opens wide, in a silent moan and groan.   That’s when the phone rings and... Continue Reading →

I Apologize by Yash Seyedbagheri

I apologize for apologizing but my voice is too sharp and a flick of my arm too flippant and don’t forget my jokes are about hillbillies and royals and incest a train crash joke for good measure   it’s the world, hopeful humor doesn’t fit anymore and if I don’t look like I’m paying attention... Continue Reading →

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