Rhett Butler Left and Isn’t Coming Back by Pris Campbell

Rhett Butler Left and Isn’t Coming Back Full moon kisses. Kisses over late wine and morning coffee kisses. Sloppy kisses. Even Rhett Butler up the steps kisses. He held me captive in the web he wove, moon sighing, hoot owls Continue reading Rhett Butler Left and Isn’t Coming Back by Pris Campbell

The Power of Performance (Patti Smith) and 2 other new poems by Henry Bladon

The Power of Performance (Patti Smith) Your pale lips are dry yet your hoarse voice is pulsing a staccato yell as the lights and the drumbeat form a pounding rhythm for sweating energy and the wide eyes that restrain dark Continue reading The Power of Performance (Patti Smith) and 2 other new poems by Henry Bladon

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