Category Archives: Poetry

Joshua Gage Demon Villanelle Some hours I believe that there’s no reason to be scared. With daylight it appears my torments are no more than dreams but at night, it seems the demons are already there. When clouds are dappled … Continue reading →

F.J. Bergmann Rapunzel the moon’s pale hair hung to the ground from a midnight window as we climbed the black tower of sleep _______________ F.J. Bergmann edits poetry for Mobius: The Journal of Social Change (mobiusmagazine.com) and imagines tragedies on … Continue reading →

Frank Coffmann The Last Transport        Gliese 667 Cc / GYH [Gliese Year of Habitation] 7309.91 No ship had come since 4082. An old man now, he knew no more would come. For many years, he’d wondered what he’d do When … Continue reading →

David F. Shultz spatial arrangement   shadow of grass solar photon’s terminus one AU  broiling rock field darkens to frozen wasteland annual sunset  the morning star the evening star yellow fog on venus*  whole galaxies pouring through glass telescope  on cratered … Continue reading →

Ann K. Schwader   Distant Deaths of Galaxies   The distant deaths of galaxies disturb the surface of our sleep, disclosing cataclysms deep & yet familiar. All of these sad spirals with their energies stripped off by darkness warn us: … Continue reading →

John Grey   On All My Planets at Once     A hand clutching a poison apple. A skeletal tree. Chilly, fructose-scented air. A dragon’s tail and unicorn horn. A sea of steam—the ripples rise. Wildflowers waving in congress. Castles … Continue reading →

Chris Castro-Rappl   The Patron Saint of Lost Causes   Saint Jude watches a fly crawling upside down on the ceiling of his apartment in the warehouse district on the flickering outskirts of heaven.   If he stands, he will … Continue reading →

Simon Perchik   *   Could be this mop shimmering the way bottom stones are soothed by streams smelling from volcanoes   and wood, though the floor is burning your feet with moonlight –could just as easily be this pail … Continue reading →

    Shannon Connor Winward   Archaeology Such secrets in your lust unearthed My skeleton made new beneath your hand Your discovery is my rebirth I shiver away a blanket of dirt In your strong arms I yearn to stand … Continue reading →

Gretchen Tessmer   thistles & weeds honeybees buzz and hum through lavender fields, making mischief from nothing while I dig deep for roots and other gnarled, twisted things maid of spades and three-forked trowels seeking out old spells that I … Continue reading →