Poppie by Tony Pena

In the honey chocolate expanse of your eyes the husks of your tears seize like cut seeds of opium carried East on flurries from the Lakes , bearing such a bounty of beauty and courage but to leave one craving to share in your sparks of spunk and revel in the absolute pleasure of inhaling... Continue Reading →

In Mind by Ellie Onka

catalpa, heart-shaped and boney your daddy died years ago, in redress of his mind, where I leave my fingers on the stone, and I’ll never see him, he is just a rock he is just a worm; you’ve been in my mind but never knew me, I tire; death is half the stradivarius of the... Continue Reading →

Haiku Quartet by Thomas Zimmerman

1 swaying sunlit spruce perpetual hope machine shadows come and go   2 cold rain, empty page darker muse’s fuzzy wings crocheted, crotchety   3 stay out of the weeds good advice for life, not art seeds cling high as knees   4 Mozart concerto violins sawing coffins teach us how to live Photo by... Continue Reading →

Dearly Departed by Wayne Russell

Inaccessible words, driven to this point, madness suits the dead stars and the unfeeling universe. Love departed and depleted, it did this not to you, yet to me, thrown into terminus oblivion. This is where wolfs devour, what remains, this heartbreaks' for you, yet you have moved on, just as everyone else does. Photo by Engin... Continue Reading →

The Angels Provoked by Retta Lewis

This can be called suffering. So strong and knowing This moving has become That I ache with wonder--know-- Yet, go under With its moving over me. Like angels Provoked to anger; Like pockets Of dangerous knowledge Surrendering into the depths; Yet, denying, even in death, The existence of the thing; Or that it moved, Or... Continue Reading →

Tears of Ash by Prarthana Vijayakumar

Parched dry, fill this desert with tears the drifting wind carries your scent the stillness echoes our forgotten names time bears the ash of our memories. Photo by Dexter Fernandes on Pexels.com About the Poet: Prarthana Vijayakumar is a young poet whose work has recently appeared in Minute Magazine. Poetry serves as a window to her... Continue Reading →

The Fox in Me by Cara Feral

Gender Dysphoria, there I finally said itIt’s cruel mythological paradox between my soul and bodyLike Laelaps the hound that always caught its preyand the cunning, Canis Minor that she never caughtI tried to escape it, drink, and ignore it awayI stashed it for years underneath my childhood psychosisNext to my box of tattered bird feathers,... Continue Reading →

Spare Parts by Aurora Bishop

For sale: One body, barely touched. Does not respond well to sudden movements or grand romantic gestures. All offers will be considered. For sale: One heart, awfully battered. Decorated with deep scars. It once belonged to someone special. Previous owner has upgraded. For sale: One soul, gently used. Comes in shades of grey. Has a... Continue Reading →

Resentment by Yves K. Morrow

I watch him for a long time my soul beating itself to death behind two blue, convex windows. He lies flat, face white as an envelope, eyes motionless and entombed. There is only water between us fathoms of tears curdled and blackened by unresolveable tempests. His kisses are soft and evocative like smoke but he... Continue Reading →

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