Friday The evening of your days I remember always on the other side of a hospice night. A funeral in my face, your ghostcandled fatherlight still laughing, bright, white in the winter of your age. The world in your ember days lit up its lights in a biblical rain. Long and far, the … Continue reading Poems by Laura Potts
“When He Rides”
By Allison Grayhurst Unearthly dreams illuminate him where gardens lay their petals to rest. They creep now, his eyes, into sad and forbidden realms of insanity’s broken weight. Loose threads dangling from his mind. Loose thoughts that have no ending. Lost on his lips, something unleashed like music, something like my love. … Continue reading “When He Rides”
Zev Torres : Five Poems
Who We Are It is not that there are no secrets between us But rather that our secrets are Vital parts of our constitutions. We are who we are Despite our secrets Or perhaps because of our secrets How we guard our secrets Curl around our secrets Shape our lives so our secrets Are not … Continue reading Zev Torres : Five Poems
Poems by James Diaz
Strange Bliss The holy broken turns its face in the half-light again - what's your name again who gave this to you, so much pain I see it there writ on the lines of your face how long's it been since you last stepped outside the shadow of all the stuff that doesn't belong to … Continue reading Poems by James Diaz
Leonard Cohen My Friend
Leonard Cohen My Friend (V2) By Michael Lee Johnson Death is a bitch and a whore comes with hat on or off, Jewish, Christian or lover years ago called Nancy. Death is a passport, a left behind baggage note. My leverage sinks, I see you pass human. These my fears, your fright, being broke, old-royalties … Continue reading Leonard Cohen My Friend
Link
By Ryan Flanagan the living taught light shower gourds broken links for the dead the system down in soil beds crass corners hitched to flame despicable prize for bird-like men parasol flapping ends rock boy legs in a permanent run paper mogul checks his ink catacombs on top of heads x-ray box … Continue reading Link
Open Relationship
By Ryan Flanagan The mail and I have an open relationship I could send a letter to anyone I want a postcard even from bizarre destinations that may or may not exist stalactites gathering over my head like salty bats a message of panic of happiness of questionable penmanship … Continue reading Open Relationship
The Rainbow Kid
By Ryan Flanagan The Rainbow Kid was out with his satchel after each rain reaching down into his bag feeling around for the one he put there just two weeks previous as worms broke soil, the peckish birds always waiting he muttered to himself then turned and started for home. … Continue reading The Rainbow Kid
Blue
by Jeff Rodrigues Blue is quiet. It is the simple melancholy of life. The silent moments that do not need reason or explanation. It is the simplicity of existence and its ebb and flow. Blue is a feeling. It can weigh you down and push you forward. It is the bright blue sky … Continue reading Blue
April Showers- Honorable Mentions
By: Dr.Imbesat Maheen Syed The air is wet and cold, And as the season unfolds, The April shower arrives, With happiness in disguise. Though I've seen this time of the year before, But I'm so unsure, It looks like I'm seeing it for the first time. The refreshing breeze, And all the shades … Continue reading April Showers- Honorable Mentions
Academy of the Heart And Mind 