Burgeoning stupidity by D.A. Pratt

Burgeoning stupidity … burgeoning stupidity burgeoning stupidity it’s everywhere one looks — it’s easy to see in the United States of America a flawed democracy to be sure but it’s ever-present too in places like Saskatchewan to where not one Continue reading Burgeoning stupidity by D.A. Pratt

Four poems by Michael H. Brownstein

AN HOUR AGO NOTHING MUCH HAPPENED What is it –today– –a week ago– sleeping in the dragonfield mines? :the breath of passion flower overhead the jaws of the dandelion the strength of blood tulips craning their stems through the shadow Continue reading Four poems by Michael H. Brownstein

Six poems by William C. Blome

ELLICOTT CITY Maybe when I cross the Tiber and come clop-, clop-, clopping into Ellicott City on a hunch and astride a mule deer whose widened turquoise eyes absolutely have me thinking I’ve got a chance to scare the bejesus Continue reading Six poems by William C. Blome

On the birthday of a fallen friend Alan Addotto by Mike Klumpp

on the birthday of a fallen friend Alan Addotto my other me (Ebabo – i saw you walking) Ebabo, sitting in the smoke of my ashes i saw you walking beneath my 4th floor window the day we lost you Continue reading On the birthday of a fallen friend Alan Addotto by Mike Klumpp

Suitcase by Eoghan Lyng

Suitcase Pass me a cigarette, I think there’s one there, Share me a moment that’ll follow us, Over a dreaming, gleaming sun filled glorious future. I’m tired, so tired, dreary wearily sitting, An airport lounge is pretty in her exterior, Continue reading Suitcase by Eoghan Lyng

Fish On The Grass by Eoghan Lyng

Fish On The Grass Like a fish on the grass, I’m dying, Crying in the sunshine browning, Frowning, frightens me, I fail, Mated under bait, fate has cruel, Twists to feature me. I weigh my fin bely my thinking, Sinking, Continue reading Fish On The Grass by Eoghan Lyng

I Chant Her Name by Eoghan Lyng

I Chant Her Name Through the wind I call, a curtain takes her toll, My eyes fall to the ground she walks, Amazed the place we seek so close. She chose the high road, a fair road, Nobody knows how Continue reading I Chant Her Name by Eoghan Lyng

St. Matrona the Righteous Wonderworker of Moscow by Sofia Kioroglou

St. Matrona the Righteous Wonderworker of Moscow You had the gift of spiritual vision Your blindness, the getaway to the Light Suffused with uncreated Light, your heart Saw what human eyes could not see Bearing the Holy seal on you Continue reading St. Matrona the Righteous Wonderworker of Moscow by Sofia Kioroglou