By: Elder Gideon …Ay que destino,                            How destiny para ponerse a llorar                    can make one weep    ...

By: Cristina del Canto thorpe, england – 2001 Your love was like a train, rattling down my lonesome tracks, always homeward-bound. One,...

By: Leigh Holland Fifty years of French comics blocked into sugar cubes, space opera, box office flop, big-budget, flawed ponderous...

By: Eric Pierzchala A Curious Yellow House, With These Tiny Made-in-America Windows, and No Apparent Front Door: At 1406 West Sumer...

By: Jacqueline McGinnis-Feazle Maiheunia, living alone on your mountain, You will know your knife is sharp when it Held between thumb and...

By: D.R. Shipp Agoraphobia & The Fear Of Light A matter of science and chance: as the sky falls, love rises. All the fears that make you...

By: Avi-Yona Israel this hair is braided, long my spin on my opposite without it I am seen and with it I am touched without my consent...

By: Babitha Marina Justin The sun sets in an orange pallor blinding traffic lights. A bronzed lake steps into my autumn, a gentle winter...

By: Stuart M. Terman Driving east this afternoon to visit. We last hugged at the Cedar-Green BP station. Arrived simultaneously,...

By: Josephine Pino Blue base and feathered gold light sprouting agave violent flames toss pent up heat My cheeks catch hot and flush...

By: Mark Gordon She is a daughter of Moscow, the cathedrals, the squares. She is a vein of marble in one of its statues, a fuchsia streak...

By: Alene Terzian Debrief Did you stand on a chair, a stool, a footrest? Did you kick it away and think, oh shit? Did you slip, steel...

By: Anne Jennings Paris i. Before It’s bloody, this moon, right before the eclipse, colored by the wildfires on a far off mountain,...

By: Peter Verbica Klimt ladles his figures in gold as if he were a gifted baker. He dips and drizzles and drenches them, like honey...

By: Clare Chu Haiku, In Celebration Of Cherry Blossom, Sakura Spring, full moon madness struck, the exquisitely calm people celebrate the...

By: Ron Pullins Her rocks roll from the sack Her rocks roll from the sack — A paper bag — Roll across the table. Light as wind bounce...

By: Nicole Zdeb I come to you in the hour before day begins across roads and ranges that night early left following the imprint of...

By: Erich Sysak In the city of silks you find a glass key on a ledge where rainwater drips from the clanking subway above. Here you look...

By: Heather Derr-Smith Magnetic Girl I was a wonder. Propelling mountains like carp Into the sea, no match for me, all men trembled. I...

By: Jerico Lenk sunrise will soon bleed like watercolor and the trolls   settle into dreams downtown under the bridge so,         ...

By: B. Martin Gibbons Their breath is agitation, and their life A storm whereon they ride… — Lord Byron (Mania) To you I owe the...

By: Jacob Kobina Ayiah Mensah No, not you, not even you keeping a distance between our past & future by adding a yard to the yacht, hands...

By: Amie Sharp A few years ago, the global mega-hit Titanic was re-released in 3D. I like to think of that late 20th century film, with...

By: Gerard Sarnat i. Mea Culpas, Mea Shearim Beginning to understand I began writing to understand what wasn’t understood, wouldn’t it...