Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
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 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 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 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→
Feeding Hyenas look she is there you can still see her faded fur the shy one packdone packshunned fringe feeding you must look she is there never taught to be brave in the end she shall not question nor doubt Continue reading Feeding Hyenas by L.J. DeVries→
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→
Resourceful In the year of no, as in no way and no how, needing his advice as my cushion, my father suddenly died. Relatives swarmed our family home, comforting my stunned mother and sharing massive platters of turkey and ham Continue reading Resourceful by Pris Campbell→
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→
MAD MIX One day, on my Highway to Nowhere, I faced a wall. A bo(a)rder thick and tall. A Scary Monster ordered me to register. He added: “you, Inner Creep, follow the line up North! Drive fearless and mind the Continue reading Mad Mix by Emmanuelle Rabu→
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→