Category Archives: Poetry

Sultana Raza Netting Scents    After ‘Portal to Feyland,’    artwork by Sultana Raza As the doorway into Faerie yawned, inviting her to slip inside any of the vortexes rich with glistening memories pooled into spheres of comforting thoughts cushioning … Continue reading →

Nnadi Samuel A Golden Flame// The Beheading of a Ram I demand the audacity of lilies: how, in their flowering, they occupy the undergrowth of my mindscape with a stench—near-native, to fill an empty body. skin, torn by surprise or … Continue reading →

Sara Backer Book and Sphere I’m climbing vines, leaves hard as metal ladders, tinted gold and lilac, under a linen sky. Between stems and branches, faces pop up, then hide. I’m getting lost in spades and knots—oh! kittens playing—slow down, … Continue reading →

Holly Payne-Strange The one with glowing eyes I fell in love with a woman in Marrakech. She was smokeless fire and a feline soul. She hovered above the floor, Offering to grant all my wishes As I watched her slowly … Continue reading →

Kai Holmwood The Siren’s Promise “How much are you willing to give? Come— let me hear the words within your words My plea, demand, need is only you Let me know the faults in your lover in the piece of … Continue reading →

Laura Gunnells Miller Circular in Wonderland Alice plunges into smallishness on the scale of garden mushrooms    converses with a caterpillar    whose smoke rings wriggle like a segmented worm with five hearts—    the queen would be proud now, … Continue reading →

Bethany F. Brengan A World in Which the English Major Finally Understands Quantum Mechanics     The Universe is made of stories, not of atoms.     — Muriel Rukeyser The pink nylon jellyfish bobbing through the rain seems to shield a single life. … Continue reading →

John C Mannone Schrödinger’s Box    I Schrödinger’s cat didn’t die when it was looked upon with that deathly look, whether the observer was conscientious or not. It just stealthfully slipped into another dimension or heaven where feelings are stunning mosaics … Continue reading →

Emmie Christie There’s Nothing and No One To Stop Me The house is clean so there’s nothing to stop me The dishes are fed and asleep The curtains are bare and looking out sweetly The nightstands are two whiskeys deep … Continue reading →