Fowl Mouth Exist and other poems by G. David Schwartz

Fowl Mouth Exist Good bye No need to comb your hair It will just be muss When you are down there Oh I love your smile How it grows upon your face I so love your smile And how you Continue reading Fowl Mouth Exist and other poems by G. David Schwartz

Thank You Boredom by Gwil James Thomas

Thank You Boredom Rice crackers at an accountant’s retirement party, love slowly sucked dry like an exoskeleton – not even with enough passion to turn to hate. The many ready to criticise anyone that slips through the net, yet never Continue reading Thank You Boredom by Gwil James Thomas

The Field is Open by Allison Grayhurst

The Field is Open Going on, unable to order a plot of land that is not a prison pen. Monotony spreading, reflected in nerve endings frantic with anxiety. Repetitive motion, futility rises, and also that voice that wants to turn Continue reading The Field is Open by Allison Grayhurst

The Devil Woke Me Up Early by John Patrick Robbins

The Devil Woke Me Up Early He never knocked he just walked on in without warning as usual . There was no grand entrance no smoke and mirrors or creepy organ music. I guess I would make all the freaks Continue reading The Devil Woke Me Up Early by John Patrick Robbins

Dionysiou Aeropagitou Street by Sofia Kioroglou

Dionysiou Aeropagitou Street Upon first glance, Dionysiou Aeropagitou street looks like any other cobbled pedestrianized plot Flanked on one side by antique looking houses bustling with life and music wafting from a roving cellist Drinking in the sensory strains of Continue reading Dionysiou Aeropagitou Street by Sofia Kioroglou

Pembroke by Vincent Zepp

PEMBROKE who wouldn’t swap some scops borborygmus thoughts for a few blocks of birds songs Vincent Zepp about Vincent Zepp. Arriving at the time in history (including literary history) when I did. I was blessed to have such a rich Continue reading Pembroke by Vincent Zepp

Five poems by Gary Glauber

Anniversary The specter sashays over cantilevered bridge in motions serpentine & irregular, a slubbered dance that, if witnessed, might reveal relative inexperience by silvery moonlight, hauntingly. In this opal luminescence, the cemetery garden seems rinsed of color: wan, eclectic, otherworldly. Continue reading Five poems by Gary Glauber

Death of a Saleswoman by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Death of a Saleswoman Of course Arthur Miller couldn’t stay with Marilyn. He told her she was the saddest woman he had ever met. Then he wrote it into the script of The Misfits as though she hadn’t heard him Continue reading Death of a Saleswoman by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Five poems by Charles W. Brice

African Queen I hear the chuff of a boat engine and wonder if Bogey will save Katharine Hepburn from the Nazis. That engine competed with Bogey’s bowel sounds, the grinding gurgle of his coffee maker, and the drum of life’s Continue reading Five poems by Charles W. Brice