Old Nomads
By Cristina Bresser de Campos Long ago, I visited Chapada dos Veadeiros, an esoteric wild site at central Brazil. One day, I went to a dining in Alto Paraíso de Goiás, a small village in this natural park. The waiter was a tall bald hippie in his fifties. Although he had an athletic body, his skin … Continue reading Old Nomads
Alphabets: Tau
By Thomas Page There’s something comfortable in what the Modernist hated— The risk of routine settling fauve motions into mechanics-- That define the human part of the spirit The need for consistency in each experienced sunrise That sets the stage for the actions most desired by the critics The permanent fourth wall that looks at … Continue reading Alphabets: Tau
Poems by J.S. MacLean
Roots and Hooks the last sips taste missing stories slipping into small days . . . life has no recipe of elements chosen from stone age caches of hunger seeds kept dry until tears awaken them to acquaint the salt marsh with the dance of tides sound seeps rippling the moment as code … Continue reading Poems by J.S. MacLean
Poems by Kushal Poddar
Hymn For My Ears Their magnet points, now a few thousand years later, do not bend when you call my name. They seemed spectral, figmental, until hearing narrowed. Now I know they exist although you’re not so sure. Past sends a message through a ham radio. Present hears white butterflies covering a … Continue reading Poems by Kushal Poddar
Alphabets: Sigma
By Thomas Page My many years can be summed in on a transcript Marking each of my earned three-hours with a letter And a decimal’d point to a larger number That makes me summa or magne or not At the end of it all on a May day. Can I sum it all up in … Continue reading Alphabets: Sigma
Poems by Gloria Buckley
I AM THE RAIN I am the rain That drips down my palms And nourishes the trees The flower, the dirt I am the mud that soaks up All the water And I am the well And the drink I swallow From the rain that flowed Into the well Which was the water That soaked … Continue reading Poems by Gloria Buckley
When I am Stripped of Your Charms
By Wafula p'Khisa Sometimes I wake up and look at my bedside To gaze at you-- breathing softly as if you hold nothing against the world I stretch my hands to feel the warmth & softness of your skin But you grow wings and fly, evading my grasp, like dreams I desperately chase herein The … Continue reading When I am Stripped of Your Charms
Poems by Ian Liubimov
Good (from the Morning) red clouds and a newly-born house: friends who are creeping near the window, eager to look inside do not worry, they are just a sound of round-like shouting because of that you ́re waking up and passing by. only dust on the furniture, how many names does it remember? and how … Continue reading Poems by Ian Liubimov
Alphabets: Rho
By Thomas Page Everything in its essence has a point Somewhere on a quantifiable map On this green rock in the black, a bluepoint May hold all of the gravity and sap Forces like saline water that pinpoint Everything ever said into a snap Of a shell sitting in sand at gunpoint Of scheming poets … Continue reading Alphabets: Rho
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