Category Archives: Poetry

Natalie Kimbell Mariposa de la Muerte For Eloisa You’re harmless like a loose strand of hair a creature reborn donning black velvet wings thin like parchment where intricate patterns lace zigzag back and forth pulled into darkness and to ripened … Continue reading →

Randall Andrews Terran Eclipse I study the Cool, blue curves of The lost world—my grandfather’s Land—where lie buried the roots of my Race. I watch and wonder about thunderstorms And locust swarms and tiger stripes. I fantasize About azure skies, … Continue reading →

Marisca Pichette I am the thing locked outside at night This nation has a secret songs and books remember in passive voice. I am the banner I am the bone Doors locked, curtains drawn—quartered animals close, protected when darkness falls. … Continue reading →

Greg Schwartz Time and Again first date the time traveler takes her to Sumer slanted moon the time traveler appears at a witch trial perigean tide the time traveler returns to a different wife ___________ Greg Schwartz writes short speculative … Continue reading →

Brian Hugenbruch She belongs to the city The faint hum of electric overhead, a current, an ocean, pulsing through leering buildings plastered in parchment, with well-tended asphalt at their feet for when the rain sneaks into the rivulets of the … Continue reading →

LindaAnn LoSchiavo Baby-Sitting a Bone in Washington Square Park, Once a Potter’s Field The bone kept singing. Long grass and scrub disguised it, half-asleep in lime-white dusk, like an earthworm displaced to a sun-warmed walkway. Flesh once enveloped every tender … Continue reading →

Ark II             Captain’s Log, Earth-date December 25, 2121: It’s time The jigsaw puzzle sky Is backlit with the dawn Of a new age; the fowl Have already flown South And all the beasts of the field Have scattered; over … Continue reading →

DJ Tantillo Godhuli Red, all of it. The inside of her head glitters with reflections of constant sunset. That’s what Lindin, Tildee’s younger sister, the one without sight, always says. Together, they can tell which of the rich kids looking … Continue reading →

Katharyn Howd Machan Beaks They’re getting bigger, you know. Weighting down the rough-slate rooftop. Foreheads bulging like rounded mountains above dead-black eyes that never blink. Iridescent feathers swelling wide even though they never stretch in flight again once their talons … Continue reading →

Ann Thornfield-Long Fertile He bloomed inside me a blush-red flower I learned to nurture, water, mark the time twixt curling leaf and overdose of yellow-green. I was good soil. The Gardner called me from dust to loam, meadow-home, infused with … Continue reading →