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

That’s How it Is by Jared Smith

I am very excited to report that my 14th volume of poetry has just been released.  14 volumes is a long road to travel…my first book came out back in 1976.  But this one is, of course, a major event.  Continue reading That’s How it Is by Jared Smith

From a night of Chicago blues by Jeffrey Winke

From a night of Chicago blues black brim tilted downtown blues he growls in G malice in the air he rides the bass line then cuts through it Jeffrey Winke lives in Milwaukee, Wisconsin in a warehouse loft with an Continue reading From a night of Chicago blues by Jeffrey Winke

The Scab of My Consciousness & Two other new poems by Henry Bladon

The Scab of My Consciousness Picking the scab of my consciousness releases radioactive plasma and causes neo-surrealist visions of pugilist figures and tribal images to scatter among the urban lexicon As I listen carefully to the alcoholic nun, malevolent science Continue reading The Scab of My Consciousness & Two other new poems by Henry Bladon