The End of Summer by Andy N. Soon Autumn will be here with it’s dusty and driving breeze across fields from the back of your house where poppies would previously dance with you now spit in your face. Autumn will hold your hand when you run to the train station every morning jagged with purpose […]
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Nostalgic Summer Days by Ute Carson
Nostalgic Summer Days by Ute Carson A cluster of dark trees blurring into a green knoll, emerald sheen on velveteen moss, sprays of daisies across the grass bees greedily drinking from succulent centers, quick-stepping deer flitting by, fallen feathers of magpies. Naked feet dangle in a silvery brook that licks our soles with its babbling […]
The Preserver by Dawn Cunningham Luebke
The Preserver by Dawn Cunningham Luebke Salamonie Reservoir :hundreds of yards of shimmering leaves bubble trails in my eye. Dead trees thumb a ride, left behind after man flooded the land. I slow down for the red light. There’s a ripple in the drowning: a boat moves like an upside-down swing; fishes. The old church […]
From The Train Going Home by Donal Mahoney
From The Train Going Home by Donal Mahoney As we roar over and by the oaks are as still as the pond they surround Only the swans on the pond are moving Then from an oak a buckshot of crow cawing and leaving ### Donal Mahoney, a native of Chicago, lives in St. Louis, Missouri. […]
Vacation by William Aarnes
Vacation by William Aarnes Mouse droppings along the kitchen counter the morning you’re leaving your house vacant for a month. A flight to catch so nothing to do but wipe the counter and forget the chore you’ll find waiting the night your return. ### William Aarnes teaches English at Furman. He has two collections of […]
addio! by Denis Joe
addio! by Denis Joe Farewell: the rain trickles like candlewax when the flame is snuffed out by that last gasp of air and the world is static and hearts cease their music. You were a poem: a ballad; a sonnet. Now an elegy. ### Denis Joe writes a blog about poetry Talking Verse, and he […]
Darque Doll by Crystal Lane Swift
Darque Doll By, Crystal Lane Swift Cradling her wounds she thought back Pressed to the ground He had stolen her perfection Once bright white porcelain and pure She was now broken and scarred She did the only thing she could think to do Though soaked in her own blood She threaded her needle with […]
a young dog’s howl in the wind by Ian MacMenamin
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american trains
running through
Yin & Yang by Jennifer-Crystal Johnson
Yin & Yang by Jennifer-Crystal Johnson We’re a myriad of thoughts In a kaleidoscope of dreams And everything seems real But nothing’s what it seems The evil that we do Is for the good of all we know And when there’s no evil left Then there’s nowhere left to go (Napkin Poetry, Broken Publications, 2010) […]
A Letter along the Way by Xiwen Mai
A Letter along the Way by Xiwen Mai Dearest, tell me where the cicadas have gone. Didn’t summer only exist in the past? For I see myself sitting at the window years ago, in the wild songs of cicadas about how they had waited life long to find the summer unbearable, Nanjing’s summer hot as […]
In Ohio by Grace Curtis
In Ohio by Grace Curtis One either believes in God or one probably really is going to hell and Ohioans know the difference, because like the small seeds in her brown fields, you are below the surface yet visible, corn hands waving as relatives stand near to measure your success, to see where you are […]
Consider This by Henry L. Mortimer Jr.
Consider This by Henry L. Mortimer Jr. Some animal, some low beast has done me a favor: it tipped over the trash can in the alley early this morning, scattering the contents, everything — brown banana peels, wads of Kleenex, open soiled diapers, moldy carrots, chicken bones and greasy aluminum foil, gum, dental floss, a […]
The Honey Room by Donal Mahoney
The Honey Room by Donal Mahoney Brother Al, in his hood, is out in his field making love to his bees. From my room I can see him move through his hives the way people should move among people. The bees give him gold and the gold turns orange in the jars that […]
Remembered Village by Lydia LeRoy-Williams
Remembered Village My cob webbed mind gave way to us again, me, bathing in a Parisian pool while you glance at me over your Rumi, sipping wine and speaking lyrically of beaming light, moons, and happy memories. Awakening to sunlight, laughing, weightless across our room. Exploring cobblestone byways, old bakeries in full swing, the sweet […]
Letter I by B. L. Goss
Letter I by B. L. Goss Last I checked there were no saints in this shabby hole of a beachtown hideout just us, only us trying our damndest to get somewhere like heaven and slipping into the temporary bliss of biology in stead. Breathe deep, those stars are calling. I believe they’re coming closer and […]