Metamorphosis: Octopus/Reader by Miki Fukuda
Miki Fukuda’s poems have appeared in journals including Talking Writing, Off the Coast, Earthlines, Contemporary Verse 2, Eighteen Bridges and PRISM international and are forthcoming
A Poem A Day
Miki Fukuda’s poems have appeared in journals including Talking Writing, Off the Coast, Earthlines, Contemporary Verse 2, Eighteen Bridges and PRISM international and are forthcoming
Jessica K. Hylton writes most of her poetry while driving. She has wrecked three cars, but she finished her dissertation.
Charles Bane, Jr. is the American author of The Chapbook ( Curbside Splendor, 2011) and Love Poems ( Kelsay Books, 2014). His work was described by the Huffington Post as “not only standing on the shoulders of giants
Rebecca Bowman has lived in the United States , Bolivia and Mexico. She has won awards for her short stories and plays in Spanish on the state, national and international leve
Lights Flash by Gregory T. Janetka There are no intermediaries in the chasms stretching forward from the beginning to the
Steve Klepetar’s work has received several nominations for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Recent collections include Speaking to the Field Mice (Sweatshoppe Publications, 2013),
Edusa Daems is a junior major in communication-management at the University College in Mechelen, Belgium. She is from Ghanaian and Belgian decent. She loves everything that has to do with language and
Hirotoshi Kimura is a Japanese poet. Almost drowned in the creative struggles of past poets and every once in a while delightfully buoyed by their densely condensed poetic and literary energies,
He wore shoes a size too small by Doug Holder They always told him “Contain yourself.” And what surged through
This Knife I Give You by Joseph J. Nagarya In Zen, all that’s left to you is to laugh. In
there was a frequency in the air that sizzled the way telephone wires do
when i picked up the electric buzz your body generated next to mine.
Belonging by Fiona Marshall When I leave this place You will see shreds of my heart Dangling from the trees
you can tell everything by Kate LaDew from a person’s hand, the lines of their palm the stretch of their