Category Archives: Poetry

Heather A. Davis, Ph.D. This Red Living Metal Baby I have been arguing with this red car for three days. It has been parked here, where its owner abandoned it, and it doesn’t know where else it can go. I’ve … Continue reading →

Michael H. Payne All Work and No Play Explode with action! Strive! Surmount! Achieve! Antennae taut, I stomp myself about To gather sweets and greases! All believe Our service vital! None would dare to flout! Antennae taut, I stomp myself … Continue reading →

Kate Landishaw Verdant Incandescence She felt the greens ………leaning ……..nearing ……wavering ….intercepting Bits of Otherness ………mixing ……………sounding ……..colliding ……………dizzying Too much time …………………moving ……………folding ……scattering ….burning Broken flames ……………………….adrift. _______________ Kate Landishaw writes and paints as her heart meanders through … Continue reading →

Katharyn Machan Cleanse My Soul, Renew Me, Lead Me into Hydration Misguided, wrongly told to seek me out, the alien that must have come from Mars or Venus (or someplace beyond the stars no one’s imagined yet in our time’s … Continue reading →

Greg Boettcher Open Up Your Eyes and See the Day In the ancient period, the most popular theory of light was that it flew out from the eye in the form of a visual ray, and that consequently, vision took … Continue reading →

AC Edwards Apparent Horizons You bend the sunlight you don’t devour down your black singularity. We don’t know where it travels once it falls through your darkness. Does each bent ray erupt like a geyser into an alternate universe? Does … Continue reading →

Anna Cates Warrior in Chains I have murdered the darkness in my dreams Igniting the night with funeral pyres I have tortured the shadows till daylight screams I have murdered the darkness in my dreams I have conquered vipers, man … Continue reading →

David M. Schulz What More, Now? What more, now, do you need to know of age and event that you cannot see yourself? Dark truth extracted from the Moon, fourth stage, new, is easier to procure than help. Did you … Continue reading →

KB Ballentine Sky, Fixed in Fire …………..For Christa McAuliffe, January 28, 1986 I always wanted to see the stars up close – now, back pressed to this thin frame, all of us touching, vibrations from liftoff still echo in my … Continue reading →

Veronica Tucker The Triage Window Beneath the Lake They open it only at night, the square of water set into the emergency department floor, cold light trembling across the tiles. The lake is older than the hospital. Some say it … Continue reading →