yes it is both river and sea
John Pass | A SIMPLE STRUCTURE
is a simple pleasure, 2×4 uprights
of old deck railing nailed
together for a compost box
using straightened nails. Each
board the same length, so
no sawing. Each dimension
Callista Markotich | YOU ARE NOT
Pygmalion, one arm draped across the cool white shoulder of Galatea,
the other hand dangling a martini glass, or maybe, in sensual fingers,
a cigarette in a holder. He rivets attention forever, her enduring form
endorsing his obsession. O, he compels, he scintillates.
Drew Lavigne | AUTUMN REGRET
Water when separate seeks again a place to pool. Tonight under the full autumn moon I feel the pull to return to water. The dewy heat from my heart moves away like the yellow leaves blowing from the tulip tree. Since you left, my body longs to return to a place of its kind. It […]
Amanda Wong | FRAGILE BEAUTY
it hits me at the strangest times
snow falling down on my hands
standing outside the psychiatric hospital
sometimes the snow is so silent
i think i’m the only one in the world
and i’m alive, i’m alive.
Blaine Marchand | SYNTAX
my sister is dying at times she states it
her life parsed
phrases/phases terms/terminal …
Élodie Parthenay | SOME THINGS YOU CAN’T ASK THE ANCESTORS
A cure for root rot
How to burn this tree down
How to separate
the bones we bury
and the ones we carry
Jacob Lee Bachinger | WHEN LOST
Mid-journey, turn and look back
at the tracks you’ve made, the line
you’ve furrowed into mud, into snow,
a weaving cursive through the slop.
Cassy Welburn | THE GOLDEN GATE TO THE MIND
Trees parked on the Boulevard of City Lights wait for the signal to change
from restless rapture to loving outrage at the taking down of his words,
jelly beans of rhyme spilt out in a golden stream.
Trees with arms outstretched like St. Francis drawing the birds in white chalk
across a charcoal sky, statues of the world reaching out for poetry.