Category Archives: Poetry

  Chuck Von Nordheim Cataclysm Days: Captain John Pettit Continues to Cruise   Coral has brightened the gray concrete of submerged cities Time must have flowed at a different rate in these waters Can a mariner endure a sea without … Continue reading →

Richard Magahiz When the Capital Fell   I, John, my thumbprint and my cheek swab Titanium dogface mook with a glass aorta. I still see scorpions striding in plain sight, Six-winged drones hid not their faces   The queuing ones … Continue reading →

Andrew Kozma All These Different Flavors of Smells   Every age has its own patina on the tongue. And the way the gloss of sunlight sugars the eye. The years as they pass slough like rot. It’s how citrus split … Continue reading →

Maria Schrater Lindworm Begs His Latest Wife in Silence   Strip a skin from me for every bride I set my fangs in, swallowed, mulled to Venom wine   And shed one in return, silk softer than Yourself, it snags … Continue reading →

Marisca Pichette If I could speak   Catching seashells              tripping dashing over sand sinking up to my ankles, I              falter, waves caressing your presence away.   Kneeling between … Continue reading →

LindaAnn LoSchiavo Abecedarian: Apparitions Beckon Cautiously, Determined Apparently, apparitions can see clearly in daylight. They spied me butterflied on the dusty tiled floor of the top floor’s bathroom. Cautiously, I’d hidden after the haunted house tour, cupping lullaby silk in … Continue reading →

  Marcus Whalbring Hunger   There’s a werewolf in our town again. Its first victim, an insurance salesman found, what was left of him, the next morning in a shopping cart in the parking lot at Wal-Mart.   The newspaper … Continue reading →

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 →