by Jennifer Crow | Aug 8, 2016 | Poetry
The world catches its breath after harvest, ghosts of leaves drifting across the fields into heaps of tarnished gold, and the hunters ride out, shouts like weapons echoing sharp from the hills. How long I wait, cool evenings shivering against my skin, dreams curdling...
by B. Clifford | Aug 8, 2016 | Poetry
Red earth and yellow sun and blood pouring out my mouth. Crisp oceans and pale eyes and a calligraphed smile on your lips. There was poison in your bones even then wiring fraying inside the honeycomb labyrinth, a minotaur stalking your blueing arteries. I don’t...
by Brendan McBreen | Aug 8, 2016 | Poetry
where are you, Nessie Nessie? submerged in endless doubt traveling the Paleolithic and and back between camera clicks just missed? are you in cardboard model heaven? forward looking sonared to distraction tired of the limelight tired of doubters and fakers the...
by Ken Poyner | Aug 8, 2016 | Poetry
I will never meet Molly: Her slender three-sixty rotating arms, Her arch-sway thundering legs, her Incline balance to forty-five degrees. I will never sit across from her Trying half the night to figure The loop modulus in her blink pattern, The keywords that elicit a...
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 Naru Dames Sundar | Jun 8, 2016 | Poetry
Moirae Naru Dames Sundar I. Atropos, in the ink-stained night, Shears forged from time-foam Buried in the light cone’s shadow. Lachesis, counting star-seeds, Trapped in bound infinity, Unspooling the sea of aeons. Clothos, all-mother, weaving, And from the loom,...
