Category Archives: Poetry

Anne Carly Abad And It Was Bad The garden was full of broken things— snakes that spoke in slithering speeches and thickets of ants that lazed along riverbanks— forced her to go around the dance-afflicted hill just to catch Adam’s … Continue reading →

Marc Ruvolo Cargo Cult The dust on the beetle’s backsideIridescent, gold-flecked(beneath the worn, ornate saddle)Tickles your noseAnd you, ah, youSneeze.It can hardly be called a road –Rutted dirt; fragrant weeds And a trickling ditch.Man-faced manatees swimTo the sand spars, shells … Continue reading →

Misha Penton Under the Boards The house is empty. Window-doors, white and tall and narrow, swing wide to let in the blue whales. Diaphanous curtains swoosh to and fro. Outside is all sand, stillness, and quiet. Cliff-high dunes curve and … Continue reading →

Stephanie Smith Prisms Every second is a falling starburning a hole in my heartA blissful shiver in the shadows ofanother eluded dayEach moment I cling to fantasya science-fiction tale gone awryI ride a spaceship set to auto-destructI’m unable to abortJust … Continue reading →

Christina Sng Diamond Dust In the reflection nebula, Messier 78,Our scooper ship sifts diamond dustLike baleen whales through darkened seas. We are 1400 light-years from Earth,Eager to go home, bringing Messier’sBountiful riches back to our loved ones. In the faded … Continue reading →

Dawn Vogel To the Underworld A crack, jagged and crookedA picnic, interruptedA woman, hysterical A warm and sunny spring dayPerfect for enjoying outdoorsA crack, jagged and crooked Earth opens beneath her feetPulling everything downwardA picnic, interrupted The fires of the … Continue reading →

Deborah L. Davitt In Pluto’s Embrace Around a hidden point in space they move,barycentric balance struck between them,cold faces glacially surfaced in frost. Don’t mistake their chill for lack of passion;Earth-born lovers simply can’t comprehendfate’s grip on this distant pair, … Continue reading →

Kevin Denelsbeck Three Bad Dreams In your first bad dream you are the Seconde Mère,The Premiere Mère was just burnt with reflection.She’d joined the Eosians in their Dawn River Prayer,When they angled roof-mirrors in her direction.Now she is ash in … Continue reading →

Tristan Beiter The Wood Became Birds the wood became birdsbursting off the wrecking ballas it crashed splinter-wings metamorphosed the glassinto beetles buzzing shards ‘roundclouds of dust shifted asgnats darkening the sky the lime convertiblein front of the fading houseexploded into … Continue reading →