The last chance motel & virus box by DB Cox

last chance motel a run-down motel clings to the shoulders of a narrow highway a blinking neon sign shoots holes through the middle of a mississippi night— enfolded in the semi-darkness of a lamp-lit room an old man from an Continue reading The last chance motel & virus box by DB Cox

the very large array & two other new poems by Luther Allen

the very large array hunting in the infinite gila we see a shadow bobcat hung with tufts of long hair moving ghostlike, powerfully silently.                 we kill no elk.         Continue reading the very large array & two other new poems by Luther Allen

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

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

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