Category Archives: Poetry

Eric Baron Old Wine Down came the boy, having rung the bell and done his duty. Now, he permitted the sting in his shoulder to bloom into a red sinuous flower: “Let it hurt. Let yourself feel for once, said … Continue reading →

Brenda Cooper   Extinction Dinosaurs live in museums in rock, in plaster casts, in drawings. They hang from ropes like large marionettes that we never had a chance to touch. Volcanoes spewed ash over the ammonites, the mosasaurs and the … Continue reading →

                            M.C. Childs Entreaty to the Thunderous (Hexagram 51) Custodians                of raw sonance, Silver shaman           of white starfire, We are heavy in our earth. We are rich   … Continue reading →

Mercedes Webb-Pullman Death of a flower Indifferent and bright as a slaughterhouse knife, headlights slice through the scene, shapes spring to life; Nijinsky in his shredded roses, mysterious angels with heavy thighs and sharp teeth, a soldier, a sailor, a … Continue reading →

                             David Arroyo                          Captain Volta                           Ka-Pow!                                              Bad guy plastered on a brick wall. … Continue reading →

    Sara Norja After Selling Your Soul to the Trickster God Tomorrow she’ll take you but on the last night of your freedom, bury yourself in music. Rough chords gouge your skin, your throat’s choked with song, muscles burning, as … Continue reading →

Kendall Evans The Chinese Pirate Ching Shih Plays Go With a Hooded Opponent It’s said Ching Shih loved games of strategy Perhaps because she was so talented And savvy at naval warfare tactics Her favorite game, the ancient game of … Continue reading →

Brenda Cooper    Visitors They walked into my house on Saturday, two of them, no announcement. Sleek and complete with youth and metallic arms, fully functional hands, clever ankles with a sweet swivel, as if they were ballerinas. They poked … Continue reading →

Anna Cates      Zen glinting zodiac a crooked pine points toward . . . crescent moon crusting lava flow & . . . bamboo dripping water over prayer stones . . . between the worm and bird-watching cat . . … Continue reading →