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Noel Sloboda The Blob at High School Reunion After oozing back to Arborvillefollowing three decades livingin another time zone, I shimmy into the gym, then across the dance floor,looking much like I did years before.Same awkward gait. Same bald pate. But unlike my classmates, I appearno bigger round the middle.Nobody here knows how […] Catherine Edmunds Willing the Tide to Turn The sea, blue as love, is just inches away, but a million tortoiseshell butterflies are suddenly ominous, you’ve released them from a bright lacquered box, they should never have been imprisoned. They clatter to the ground, pins through their thoraxes. Their pain erupts in my belly. […] Alex Kashko Scrapyards The steel vampires stand, derelict statuesguarding their home, the scrapyardthat backs onto your backyardcome the night the vampire machinesrise and walk, undeadin their futile dance with them homeless fairies dancelearning to handle the burning touch of cold steel statuesand the presence of the undeadthat live in the scrapyardwhere vampire machinesroll past […] Ann K. Schwader Apocalypse Swap Apocalypse was simple once. A phone the shade of midnight sunrise rang somewhere in Washington or Moscow, & the moan of missiles filled our momentary air to bursting with their urgency. One flashbefore the sirens’ silence – then who cared what happened next? We fixed our hopes on […] R. Nikolas Macioci If Aliens Arrive Tonight Out where dandelions grow in the field and wildflowers break under cattle hooves, just this side of an ominous woods, the ship presses landing legs into soft soil. A radiant, blue aura surrounds its frame. The ship is fifty yards from the farmhouse. Mrs. Stanley stands at […] Carmen Lucia Alvarado (Translated by Toshiya Kamei) The astronaut poet soars through silent streets at dawn at the height of rooftops crosses the immense translucent night and unveils the anguish of his mind he feeds on the mist of dreams of those asleep gains momentum every time a city ends and extends his […] Alexandria Baisden The Scarecrow’s Lover My lover blossoms from the soil every year Velvet ivy twists up and c r a w l s around my applewood shoulders When he kisses me, my yarn mouth blooms with nectar Mossy palms cradle peony painted cheeks, and trail d o w n whispering […] Bryanna Licciardi This is How You’re Dealing Her aggression has spread to the doctors who now refuse to speak to her directly, for fear of those heavy words she swings. It’s been weeks since you found out, but you haven’t called. Haven’t written. Instead, you find an old photo on your computer, […] Kathleen S. Burgess Night in the Rainforest … the Final Identity has no Final Identity but is—as the swoop cry of some nameless Frogbird—whoopsing it up under a dark leaf in the jungle. … —Allen Ginsberg, Ayahuasca III in Pucallpa: June 11, 1960 In a swampy backwash, green anacondas lie submerged,camouflaged by reflections. The […] Luigi Coppola Ntil We begin with drawing a line as a 1-dimensional construct, from that conceptual scribble we turn and twist and tense into a circle, a 2D extension of that initial, limited plane. As we gaze through that, we notice that it is merely a silhouette of a spheroid, that 3D […] |
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