The bend in the Old Levee Road by Abe DeVries

The bend in the Old Levee Road (translation from frisian by L.J. DeVries) Under a wiped clean nightsky cruising in my sun chariot not drunk, no don’t ! but still speeding like a bullet along the narrow road from a Continue reading The bend in the Old Levee Road by Abe DeVries

Poet fingernails by L.J. DeVries

Poet fingernails draw fine lines lovingly revealed by the welshman ‘…understand death shall not have what death shall not understand…’ another poet wondered what it is love (about death he knew) and where and how much love does one really Continue reading Poet fingernails by L.J. DeVries

Making It So by Pris Campbell

Making It So You had gone to Alexandria from Cairo with family and were resting on the soft grass while they explored. Someone took your picture. I used my graphics program to place a day moon above you. Your daughter Continue reading Making It So by Pris Campbell

Minnie Mouse by Race Hochdorf

Minnie Mouse It is hot this Paris summer night as I walk along the city’s dark cobblestone streets, wandering old Victorian neighborhoods, moonlit alleys, and twisting pathways searching for my destination on mere hunch. A look at my watch says Continue reading Minnie Mouse by Race Hochdorf

Connecting and Two other new poems by Linda Stevenson

Connecting It’s a dry day wrapped a quivering at edges a barely being, fast holding shallow breath day; quarks fidgeting streaming through fields concocting. Brief me a few lines a well-tempered brief wrap me in ideas and confluence; be there Continue reading Connecting and Two other new poems by Linda Stevenson

Weißbirke & two other new poems by Henry Bladon

Weißbirke Ich wurde in Deutschland geboren. Mönchengladbach was where I was born, so why wouldn’t I have an affinity to the place? I rode my bike round to Lilienthal Strasse because there was a girl who lived there who I Continue reading Weißbirke & two other new poems by Henry Bladon

The Ugly American & 2 other new poems by Alan Catlin

The Ugly American The story of his life was a rhapsody upon a theme of a steel edged blade. All the beds he slept in were active crime scenes with all kinds of forensic evidence. When he said phrases like: Continue reading The Ugly American & 2 other new poems by Alan Catlin