by Sonya Taaffe | Jan 5, 2017 | Poetry
The Process Sonya Taaffe Kafka has gotten lost in his own adjective. Yesterday he wrote me from Zürau, but my address was censored and the envelope shook out a blue rat, the postmark in two inks dripping from its mouth like hemorrhage. All roads lead to Prague, he...
by Jamie Samdahl | Jan 5, 2017 | Poetry
Life by the river Jamie Samdahl Every afternoon I swallow rain and it puts me to sleep beside you I cross over into your river dreams each time our temples touch the muddiness the sway of the bridge is irresistible...
by Margaret Wack | Jan 5, 2017 | Poetry
The Saint Of Small Things, Weeping Margaret Wack Poison has always been the old enemy and usual culprit. Hunting, sometimes, though not as often anymore: stones, traps, snares, guns. The crunch, the blood. Best if quick, to fill some other stomach. Worse for sport,...
by Sandi Leibowitz | Jan 5, 2017 | Poetry
The Gifts Sandi Leibowitz For Sara Cleto and Brittany Warman The sisters parted once the gifts were given. No need now to thread their lives through a single needle; each had her own path to stitch. The younger one loved spring best so her work spilled grape hyacinths...
by Ajapa Sharma | Aug 8, 2016 | Poetry
Damp vapor engulfs my existence; the heat runs up to my ears. The city is a hallucination, dizzy with excess life – churning my stomach into a violent nausea. In the night, somewhere in the back yard, small lives hum and buzz, jackfruits drop – plop, burst open, and...
by Shobhana Kumar | Aug 8, 2016 | Poetry
It’s not just the announcement of summer. If you look close enough you can pick a thing or two about patience and then letting go. You know life can turn against you— how you can be plucked from your roots, young, weather it all and still remain remarkably...