By James Diaz If it’s hard it must be useful Even the dark which is sometimes more light than we know Has its own hand in us Moving our needle north There is sorrow in each breath But there is also release, friction Heat, deep gorgeous blooming From out of nowhere I thought I had … Continue reading Every Scar is a Map
Poems By Marc Carver
ONE OF THESE DAYS We went down to the sea put mud all over us and baked in the sun. Some people had left some cut in half water bottles filled with mud an old Scandinavian man came over to his family who were covered in mud. The little girl wanted to put some mud … Continue reading Poems By Marc Carver
All I Have to Offer
By Hio Fae All I have to offer Are some borrowed words, a grey shirt, butterfly wings left on my porch— next to the recycling bin. Maybe some dates, oats, chili flakes for your apples, the finest tap water. All I have Are translations of animal tracks that still linger in sentences, … Continue reading All I Have to Offer
Poems by John Robbins
Once Upon A Distant View She sat at the window viewing life at a safe distance . Everyone has a audience and to random a passerby she was that for the moment. How we fade from view slip through the cracks to settle in roles we never understood this life could cast . I understand … Continue reading Poems by John Robbins
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
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 World’s a Stage”
November 15th I took a deep breath in, and held it. In those few seconds, the fears I had been accumulating for the past few weeks came rushing back in, fluttering into my stomach and wrapping around my body, turning me into a trembling wreck. But then I exhaled. They flew away and I opened … Continue reading “The World’s a Stage”
Overturned Hockey Net, Meredith St., Little Current
By Ryan Flanagan I am walking along Meredith Street with a single bag of belongings. It is quiet, most peaceful. A few cars pass but traffic is light. On the front lawn of this house I see an overturned hockey net by the window. A red-breasted robin keeps pulling at the twine. … Continue reading Overturned Hockey Net, Meredith St., Little Current
Academy of the Heart And Mind 