Category Archives: Poetry

Brian Hugenbruch That is not what I meant at all (A Golden Shovel after “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”)   My life runs backward in the evenings: time and tenacious thought, pinned to my morning’s coming and goings; … Continue reading →

Ken Poyner First Contact Most everyone was expecting Little gray men, two black Shiny hard-plastic-seeming eyes, Two spindly arms, four Or five fingers, insubstantial Legs, naked. Not sure why, But perhaps it is a racial Memory, or the average Of … Continue reading →

Cat Dixon The Distance   The rockets, like shooting stars, zip across the sky, and the red glare   will leave its imprint on your eye, but take heart, for once they disappear,   their trails replaced with blue, you … Continue reading →

Lauren McBride A Planet’s Complaint   My land was perfectly dry and barren until contaminating asteroids blasted   into my atmosphere hurling water ice and organics that slowly dispersed across   bare rock covering my surface with oceans and life, … Continue reading →

Tiffany Morris   Surfacing   The siren, in silence, scales the blue-wave cathedral to the surface. She bathes in red light on waves. Flames blossom onto night-black water. Her pearl-scraped skin and scales change to human skin. She finds his … Continue reading →

Jacqueline West   Runaway   You come back with your hair a knot to your waist, wild as a nest of vines, your nails brown and hard, your eyes like black wounds slashed through your face.   Mother washes you, … Continue reading →

Helga Kidder After the War The woman who fled the communists lived next door, knitted for money. Once she ran out of green wool, and I had to wear a cardigan with half of the sleeves shades darker. But in … Continue reading →

Maria Zoccola three days on battey street first our skin ached and throbbed and peeled up like mildewed wallpaper. next the fever, brain fever, blood from the ears and then we were off, shuffling down the street and groaning our … Continue reading →

Noel Sloboda Old Playfellow When I answer the door, I am startled to find The Fire King smoldering before me. Decades have passed since he first flitted about At the edges of my mind. My mother warned me: Keep away … Continue reading →