Personify Me The trees speak in Shakespearean sonnets; The tulips write short memoirs. The honeysuckles smell of metaphors and similes, Vines are smirking complex sentences. The sun has these exotic eyes— The moon tells of faraway lands; The ocean never leaves you… Grass has flushed secrets. This earth keeps you stirring coffee. The seeds have […]Read more "Personify Me"
Rus Khomutoff is a neo surrealist language poet in Brooklyn, NY whose poetry has appeared in Erbacce, Occulum, Poethead, Rasputin and Hypnopomp, and in his first book Immaculate Days (Alien Buddha Press). Paradise & Method To Lovebug Starski An exasperated sigh of grammar and spice rendered in haphazard lew vintage wise vanity lactose intolerant daunt a […]Read more "Paradise & Method"
Christopher Greer is an educator and writer who lives in Alpharetta, GA. His work has appeared in, or is forthcoming from, Canary, Clarion, Inwood Indiana, and other small journals. He holds an MS from Purdue University. For Tituba How your body must’ve glittered under ceremonial moonlight, unapologetically glowing, wet with wondrous blasphemy. Unchained elation bleeding from the […]Read more "For Tituba"
Unbreaking The Vase After death spat me out of its dark belly— I had to learn how to breathe again, had to walk through the forest, willing my pain to drop through the soles of my feet into the dirt, the earth transmuting my troubles with its tender indifference. The wind has picked the sorrows […]Read more "Unbreaking The Vase"
Yuan Changming, nine-time Pushcart and two-time Best of the Net nominee, published monographs on translation before moving out of China. With a Canadian PhD in English, Yuan currently edits Poetry Pacific with Allen Yuan in Vancouver; credits include seven chapbooks (including Dark Phantasms ), Best of Best Canadian Poetry:10th Anniv. Ed., BestNewPoemsOnline, Threepenny Review and […]Read more "However They Keep Just to Themselves"
Understood There’s nothing to understand,you finally understand,awareness serving us watered-down drinks,perspicuity giving the masses a mouthful,contemplation another wordfor being asleep at the wheel.“Discernment of spirit,” you said aloud,strolling through unencumbered estates,whistling past a graveyard,your head firmly shoved into your hatand all about you the divine horroradding to the general confusionwith its bad science and inaccurate […]Read more "Understood"