brink and teeter nominal approach amidst the expected disarray empty vessels side by side softly into the heavy night as blank screens stare back wide and beauty seems beyond reach in the blue darkness of our lost ways all the ways up and more to fall these walls climb my dreams down from mountains the […]Read more "brink and teeter"
Animal Rage Howl my grief, roar my rage. Shake the bars of my technological cage. Hoo, hoo, like an owl. I blink at a never-changing screen. I want to pummel the keyboard and anything in between. Rip the serpentlike phone cord right out of the wall. My new Internet provider isn’t fastest at all! The […]Read more "Animal Rage"
I’ll be your blood, your taste, your touch In my head I hold a mental map of all the pipes beneath these streets because I laid them there and in my fingers, spark of all the wires on those poles because I strung them there and in my muscle, lift of lumber — stud, joist, […]Read more "I’ll be your blood, your taste, your touch"
Inappropriately Dressed I wasn’t dressed for snow, or clouds, or wind, or for walking at all, if I were being honest. But sometimes you just have to give it a go and trudge through the clouds, kick up the snow in passing, challenge the wind with the size of your hat. It wouldn’t dare to […]Read more "Inappropriately Dressed"
A Boxer’s Bell Arty was born in the coal mines, hands blackened by the hardness of a coal miner’s life, a tough guy who learned how to street fight. Like a boxer, he took a boxing stance at the sound of the bell, any bell—even a cowbell or a school bell. He threw left hooks […]Read more "A Boxer’s Bell"
Nature is Calling Grass of mysterious light, Do you become dry from lack of love? Nature has this bearing on all of us, Take out a white paper. Draw the red cardinal bird Singing wet songs for your neighbors. Purple lilacs left a trace of dry dirt But for once They were alive with love […]Read more "Nature is Calling"
Permeating with Cockroaches the bathtub water runs constantly but only cold now, the cockroaches scurry, a Make America Great Again inspired nationalism pride parade, crossing the Atlantic, in lonely plastic bottles wrapped in corporate ad slogans and drifting hate, a last call to: a last stop in: Morocco Albania Ghana Argentina, suicide seems like an […]Read more "Permeating with Cockroaches"
Joseph L. Dahut is an MFA candidate in Poetry at New York University whose work has appeared in The Drake, Tail Magazine, and The Sand Canyon Review, among others. Joseph lives in Brooklyn as an educator, poet, and fly fishing guide. The Old Yard ply of birch bark peels into lattice of moon. between light […]Read more "The Old Yard"
David Boyer has been published in Adelaide Literary Magazine, Headway and haiku journals including Frogpond, Modern Haiku, The Heron’s Nest, Bones, is/let, and Roadrunner. Almost Blank feeling fraught chirps rumbles but something other than description please much of it will be cut away anyway seascapes the necessity of a window the sickness by the bone […]Read more "Almost Blank"
Milton P. Ehrlich, Ph.D. is an 87-year-old psychologist and a veteran of the Korean War. He has published many poems in periodicals such as the London Grip, Arc Poetry Magazine, Descant Literary Magazine, Wisconsin Review, Taj Mahal Literary Journal, Antigonish Review, Ottawa Arts Review, Red Wheelbarrow, Huffington Post, Christian Science Monitor, and the New York […]Read more "My Melancholy Baby"