By James D. Casey IV speaking through keyholes I know what it's like to not be alone not be in love something else takes shape when shadows lose their faces obscured in the mirror I have a twin I know he's me but I know he's not who is who blindfolded conversations with the same … Continue reading The Same Beast
TAP
By Marc Craver Some days there is nothing to write about not a d-- thing no joy no hate nothing but black clouds and the sound of nothing no one to talk to no thing do you want to do no doing no coming no going not even the chance of a little drink to … Continue reading TAP
Scabs
By Ryan Flanagan Scabs it would be hard to think of a better pejorative term for someone you are looking to shame those strikers of industrial action can really spit venom when they want to I doubt actual scabs even want to be what they are so kudos to the … Continue reading Scabs
The Untranslatable: Kilig
By Thomas Page The Untranslatable This is a series of poems of words that do not directly translate into English. I have tried to capture the essence of the word in a poem Like a thunderclap The electricity in the air Links two circuits without resistance To hasten the kinetic energy Of a passing … Continue reading The Untranslatable: Kilig
THE SOANE AND RHONE
By Marc Craver Two swans two ducks and a seagull sit on the quai where the two rivers meet They don't talk to each other but they seem to be saying something it seems to be important but whatever it is it doesn't involve me. I kept walking past the drunks who sat on the … Continue reading THE SOANE AND RHONE
The Real McCoy
By Ryan Quinn Flanagan The Real McCoy was named Elijah invented the ironing board and the modern lawn sprinkler and no one could do it better or cared because he was Canadian which is a nice way of saying thanks but no thanks when it matters.
BEAUTY
By Marc Craver I found the most beautiful woman I have ever seen she sits perfectly still all white. Even without eyes she looks right at me. That face could tame men even make fools of them if she wanted. How could a human hand and hammer make such a thing. For a second I … Continue reading BEAUTY
The Rain Was Laughing Sideways
By Ryan Quinn Flanagan The Rain Was Laughing Sideways …and the stranger came to town and no one knew him and he went to every house dropping a single breadcrumb on each doorstep and then the stranger left and never returned and everyone rejoiced because they had bread.
A Treelike Shape
By Marianne Brems The elderly Blue Oak near my front door stands intact with bark that hugs her girth photosynthesis coursing through her veins molding the air around her into a temple for her soul. Were she to crumble and collapse in a moment, atmosphere in the shape of a Blue Oak would … Continue reading A Treelike Shape
Christmas Contest: Honorable Mentions
As usual with our contests we wanted to give a shoutout to one poem and one story that we thought really stood out among the submissions that we received. Good job to "The Hymn Of The Bethlehem Star" by Luisa Kay Reyes and "Small Town Christmas Wearing Headphones" by Kelli J Gavin. The Hymn Of … Continue reading Christmas Contest: Honorable Mentions
