Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
HORNET’S NEST I doused an angry hornet’s nest with a gallon of gasoline… Before igniting it with a motel matchbook… just to hear the bastards scream THREE HOURS AFTER We were just sittin’ on an old picnic table inside the Continue reading Five poems by K.W.Peery
Mekong Delta Identity Blues as a Brief American Senryu Sequence we came in guns hot over stained glass paddy fields breaking each sweet pane into orange fragments roiling in black clouds of smoke with blood red highlights peasants or charley Continue reading Five poems by Lennart Lundh
Nose Ring Your daughter wants a nose ring, the way, you refrain from taunting her, she once whined for a pet pony. Now, she’s twenty-one, spending the summer teaching in France, and assumes a nose ring is part of the Continue reading Five poems by Robert Cooperman
Bike Ride In my menopausal middle age I have taken up bike riding, great exercise, easy on the knees, and it’s so lovely to be outdoors, journeying along the trails, as if swimming through nature. My husband joins me sometimes. Continue reading Five poems by Charles Rammelkamp
PHOTOSYNTHESIS (without equations) Photosynthesis reveals a meditation dreamscape of fossils, a cosmic crawl toward life force past and present. Photosynthesis reflects a solar glow of watery inhalation breathing dark matter a disjointed pigment of a blue green ghost. Photosynthesis offers Continue reading Photosynthesis and four other poems by John Raffetto
watching bumper to bumper traffic on fort hamilton parkway there they all are stuck in a crooked line of dull metal red-faced as a newborn’s ass shouting into the stale stinking air above their digital dashboards spittle spraying windshields Continue reading Five poems by John Grochalski
the loner the eccentric loner stalks these streets back at what he knows best scrubbing the butthole of society in old folks homes and madhouses in supermarkets and war machine makers of death planes hovering cloaked in the plague of Continue reading Five poems by Wayne Russell