by Mitch Green She’s a bed banger bent bad. A naughty navigation mapped out in a maze, made to blackout the shapes in our minds. she’s a complex, gravitational God magnet disarming the dark of air. A Dyson sphere soaking up our sections less scattered, for our salvations most shattered….
by Libby O’Connor I step out in the pristine snow and think, ‘a blank, white page,’ my footprints trail behind me as I travel onward, they punctuate my blank, white page -with essence of me.
by Kristen Hewitt Standing in the shadows, staring at the wall… looking in the mirror, walking down the hall… gazing down the courtyard, dreaming of what used to be… something cold and evil, haunts this place with me… Running through the darkness. Escaping the unknown… Falling over branches, Tripping over…
by Valter Van D Time is gone My life is spent Darkness sets in And your love fades My body turns numb I start to freeze My hands drop Death has come Why’d this happen Where have I gone Is this heaven Or am I in hell Life without you…
by Laura Grace Weldon Air is soft here fluffed silk against skin, each seam lying just so. Here the heft of a Yale ring, shoes that must be Italian, a wristwatch pricier than two years of her wages. Frayed cuffs turned under a decades-old shirt, cheap even when new, mark…
by Valter Van D Alone In the dark Alone In the night You close your eyes And go to sleep The shadows dance As the candles dim The lurking begins Horrors in the bushes Demons in the trees Are you being stalked Faces in the window Fears in the mirror…
by Don Mager Fourteen days away on business else- where, sunset is back at work pouring spot-lit white across all the backside windows of each hill slope house. Inside, floors and walls are puddled. The puddles shift and shrink. Outside, the saturated trees blaze in Boric Acid shimmers and green flames. Sun’s…
by Thomas Gonzalez On good days We trivialize the importance Of the mundane Life Becomes nothing more Than a series of interconnected tales Lacking plot Our wants dictated by celebrities Our self-worth judged By the value others place on us Suffering is but A matter of fact Se la vie…
by Thomas Gonzalez Riding the L/ One early morning/ Mouth mute/ Tense body speaking volumes/ Real world sounds being drowned out by screeching consciousness/ Encased in a box/ And then a voice/ All night long/ It’s going to take all night long/ Sang a somber young man/ Sitting across from…
by Don Mager With its departing mists, amber dusk wanders across the dinner hour’s shower, the way aromas drift their savory steam in a warm kitchen: turmeric stew and saffron rice and backing gourd-shaped halves of butternuts. The kinesthetic air pulses with color’s body. It throbs in moisture’s glow. Buried…