Sheila Luna studied poetry and nonfiction writing at Arizona State University. Her work has appeared in Sotto Voce Magazine and she is currently writing a memoir
Love Poems
Vespertine by Lauren Payne
Lauren Payne is a Bay Area misfit transplant, originally from Los Angeles, CA. Her work has been published in various online literary journals as well as in print
Rocket by Pamela Riley
Pam Riley is a native New Yorker, who still misses the Big Apple. She likes to spend her free time going to the theatre, museums and traveling. She has been writing for years MORE…
Over Green Beans and Garlic by Janice Scully
Concentrate me, my love,
like a thick sauce.
Watch me trim and heat
A Gift by Maria Wheeler
You plucked it from
A barren peach tree
Of Trans Ams and Chickens by Jessica Tyner
My old ’83 Trans Am lapped up the salted highway,
Narcoleptic Lover by Chris Martin
Your body crushed on the couch
His hands on her waist
i would like by Mai Phung
i would like
you
to see through the mist
on a rainy evening
Jealousy by Brendan Sullivan
I forgot how jealousy
looked on you –
She Died Like a Poem by Narendra Kumar Arya
She died like a poem
Wordless and obstructed
Comic Book Fantasy by SMC Wamsteker
His gift to me: a concealed mirage in an urban wasteland,
tucked away behind Taco Bell and a 76.
Heritability by Laura LeHew
I met you when I was 40
I met you because I was the black sheep of the new family
I met you because you were the black sheep of the old family
I met you at a Denny’s
Drinking Rum on the Shore by Fahredin Shehu
Born in Rahovec, South East of Kosova, in 1972. graduated at Prishtina University, Oriental Studies. M.A. in Literature. PhD in Sacral Esthetics- ongoing.
Actively works on Calligraphy discovering new mediums and techniques for this specific for of plastic art.
Valentine’s Day by Martha Hayes
Valentine’s Day by Martha Hayes After our birthday party, I took the picture. You and your new bicycle: a shiny ten-speed whose spokes spun fireworks when the sun caught you in flight. My new lens drew you out of that winter day. My nose pressed against the cold plastic like your first signs of womanhood […]
The Grapefruit by Lauren Hunt
The Grapefruit by Lauren Hunt My fingers barely close around the grapefruit. I feel the weight and size of it, how the rind gives And stretches and rolls in the palm of my hand, The missing half of a long forgotten morning prayer. This grapefruit is a memory, aged but precious. I am a child […]