Category Archives: Poetry

John C. Mannone It’s Not Always Magic From the window in his study, the starhe’s been waiting for pierces the darkicy skies. He calls to his wife, It is time! He hurries to his workshop behindthe house, commands the elves … Continue reading →

Tristan Beiter Returning to Dead Places “When you die, you go to Baghdad” where the ghouls lie in wait, stripping flesh down to a handbag— left at Michaelmas Station with three jars of marmalade and rotten eggs coating bones—eyes and … Continue reading →

Karin L. Frank Celestial Mechanics     Before the sensible sun arosea jobless, homeless man awoke(onhis bed of old newspapers)from a dream of being an astronaut.Still feeling spacious, well-fed and a treasure to his community,the man nonetheless felta bitter pill in orbit … Continue reading →

Deborah L. Davitt A Touch of Lightning in the Soul White lightning                                                                                   hum of alternating current             crackling, searing,                                                       sequestered safely             cutting the air                                      beneath insulating coils                                     (smell the ozone)         (taste the metal, lick a penny) … Continue reading →

Laura Cranehill Necessary Parts When I was young, I imagined love to be a serious thing. Like peeling a potato without cutting yourself. A triumph when you are small, a habit when you are old:. concentrating, and being still. And, … Continue reading →

A.Z. Louise Raster it’s 3:32 am and someone has replaced mybrain with a cathode-ray tube.my fingers glow like the dawnscarlet fading to tangerine to brown. i should probably go for helpbut the electron guns all pointout of my eyes casting … Continue reading →

Katharyn Howd Machan On the Edge May I give you a Romany spoon? Only if it’s from the cobbleswhere Pied Piper let the children go. What is silver? What is wood? Names of all the years spent waitingfor where true … Continue reading →

Matthew Harrison Endless Moment This is the moment when you know you’re caught. Nothing has changed: outside, the sun still shines; still cooling here, the coffee you just bought, yet a subtle sense tinges all the signs. A man has … Continue reading →

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. … Continue reading →

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 … Continue reading →