Category Archives: Poetry

Russell Nichols man made machine god   and in the beginning man made machine in his own image. man made machine a carbon copy made of chrome and circuitry and sensors. man made machine learn how to learn on its … Continue reading →

Brian Hugenbruch Simulation says…   The simulation tells me that the last of the humans passed some fifty years ago: that those who choked to death on stagnant air were lucky, for others tore themselves apart for scraps of sustenance. … Continue reading →

Warren Brown What Now Mombasa? She wrote a poem on the Star Bar That legend which sits in Kenya like a fat rich brawler who made his bucks in shady deals And she put Joachim in it black as time’s … Continue reading →

Jennifer Silvey Worlds Colliding         Atmosphere folds into atmosphere: the graveyard free falls into the castle. Tombstones rain down from the sky and pound the roof. Coffins tumble down marble stairs; skeletons spill out and pile together. Angelic statues fall … Continue reading →

Jennifer L. Collins Tell Me Yesterday   I expected the moon             (to have fur, gray and luminous to be walked on and tripped upon like a carpet drowned and             then surfaced into something more real than an ocean in this … Continue reading →

Toti O’Brien Choices You watch memory uncoil and rise like a spire of smoke, camphor-scented a curtain in reverse lifting upwards from the carpet, systematical, quiet then suddenly but not unexpectedly (you have witnessed this before oh so many times) … Continue reading →

Jack Fobean Electronic Alexandria   Honestly, the anthropocene was a mockery. Traded off the forests in a pact with Mephistopheles. Exchanged for paper bands, oxygen’s a lost cause and glacial flows done rocked the oceans. Bro, lock and load. Nobody … Continue reading →

Noel Sloboda Graffiti Goddess  Rainbow-born, she is a smile splitting open the serious mask city fathers pin to the face of sunrise. “Hoodlums” and “vandals” are just a few of the names city fathers call her priests— but the devout … Continue reading →

Steven Stampone Entropy Conquers All        after Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116 So many poets have compared true love to constant stars fixed firmly in the sky, proclaiming, like the heavens high above, an earthly passion that could never die. But … Continue reading →