Black Hollywood by Mike Klumpp

black hollywood (tribute at the death of a friend) sometimes the neverending ending song of songs of smiles and sadness is ending and not neverending the smiles do not loop the ends to not turn up nothing makes sense in Continue reading Black Hollywood by Mike Klumpp

The Dying Girl by Donald Glass

The Dying Girl I looked at the dying girl. Her blood pooling where she lay. People glanced as they passed by, too absorbed in their own life to be bothered with the death of a stranger. I felt shame, not Continue reading The Dying Girl by Donald Glass

Four poems by Sunil Sharma

The sun of hope amid ruins The morning, dipped in orange, served bright to the kids by the rising sun. He has been doing it quietly, bringing cheer in the dismal lives— the orphans of war, in Somalia, Iraq or Continue reading Four poems by Sunil Sharma

Five poems by Jake Cosmos Aller

Lost and Found I was lost And you found me You walked out of my dreams And into my life And that made all the difference In the world As you entered my life I was all alone in this Continue reading Five poems by Jake Cosmos Aller

Four Poems by John Patrick Robbins

The Sax Man I had lost so many times it became second nature by now. The insane talked to themselves in the street the lonely behind closed doors. All were fucked up in some way. Just some preferred to share Continue reading Four Poems by John Patrick Robbins

The looking-glass self by Sofia Kioroglou

The looking-glass self Your stabs hit me exactly where you hope they would with such ferocity that gouges out all vanity and conceit. A knife thrust through the illusions of my bloated ego, An ugly distortion of an inner image Continue reading The looking-glass self by Sofia Kioroglou

This Physical Sense by Eoghan Lyng

This Physical Sense Gone in body alone, I chose, To walk away from that winding road, That life once chose for me. Taken from the physical place, I chased the dream once displaced, By what I thought could be. Sliding Continue reading This Physical Sense by Eoghan Lyng

Parable by Patrick T. Reardon

Parable The bleeding woman hem-touched; the barren womb garment-grabbed. Ten thousand thighs strained up the slope. Ten thousand eyes gaped. She stole cleanness; purity, she snatched. Spread bread and fishes to holy hillside stomachs. Blest are the fed. She didn’t Continue reading Parable by Patrick T. Reardon

Mary by Patrick T. Reardon

Mary Mary carried her son’s death on her shoulders a lamb to the slaughter, a smoke-blind uncle on a fireman’s back, a rolled ragged rug, a clutch of tendons, muscles and bones, the weight of a brother’s suicide, a cross Continue reading Mary by Patrick T. Reardon